Love Objects

Noun or verb?

“Love objects.” NGL, that’s what I do,
Stuck in the infantile transitional stage. 
Who knows what ancient hurt I seek to assuage --
If any. I love my things, though they be few.
My razor strop, my cast-iron fry-pan too,
The antediluvian tire-pressure gauge,
Old books, all marginalious every page,
Poor tattered bathing-suit – quel petit chou! 

Now those there be that love to get new stuff, 
Chuck old. Myself, I’m not among their number. 
Unkindness to mere things – it seems too rough. 
New-fanglers – yes, I know, clutter and cumber
It all appears to you. For me, enough
The dusty old household gods, the shabby lumber.