The Object and the Article

She, lay like an object,

Used and discarded,
Till someone else fancied her,
For a few bucks,
And then another...

In a house far away,
There was an article,
Among the priceless possessions he owned,
He showed her off sometimes,
But mostly she lay there, like a stone...

And born with different destinies,
Yet somehow just the same,
Both were nothing but the hunters' game,
Like the great Shakespeare rightly said,
After all, what's in a name?

And one day as fate would have it,
The object and the article met,
Made each other whole,
Love blossomed, despite all odds
The object and article finally got a soul!