I think he’s incorrect. I thought so then, and I still think so now.
Love comes from us. It wells up in us. It encompasses an appreciation for the object of our affection. We can love a painting, a musical interlude, and everything else.
We can also love people, animals, and plants – all living things. Sometimes the feeling is reciprocal. Sometimes it is part of our admiration for the beauty of an item.
Limiting the definition of “love,” limits our total joy in all the world has to offer.
Expanding our understanding of “love” can light up our world.