Golden Love

Cold and heavy in my palm,
It has the weight of a million memories.
Its tinkling sound makes me calm,
As I look back and remember the stories.

I remember that it was once yours,
I remember how you never took it off you.
I remember looking at it and finding no flaws,
I remember looking at it and thinking of you.

This little gold bracelet in my hand,
It is simple but it isn't bland.
For most people don't have a clue,
That it holds all the love I feel for you.