You say inanimate things can't love you back,
I beg to differ and say otherwise
When you love something,
It makes you feel alive, more alive
Than you ever were before,
And it doesn't matter whether the thing you love
Is living, real, tangible, or not,
For love animates
And through love, an energy that feeds
Through you, the necessary medium,
Can't it be said that the beloved is given life?
