A Gift: March 2023

Tarnished metal,

around my neck,

a gift from you,

is it a rental?

Will you check?

To see if it stays true,

remains where you left it,

If I kept it.

To this day,

it remains the same,

no matter what they say,

how they try to frame,

above my heart,

it will stay,

never, will we part.

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