Inanimate Poem by Hal Caufield

In the back of my favorite draw,
Safe from prying pudgy fingers,
I have secreted away a hallowed treasure.
Its precious contents safely store
All that in my heart nightly lingers.
Its value unfeasible to measure,
But for me most scared treasure.

No one but she can understand
The value of that rubber band,
The box of ticktacks or that laminate.
Only she knows where in my heart it all stands,
Because it was given to me by her loving hand.
Each item reminds me of love made incarnate,
By her, and things which may seem just inanimate.