On my thumb, I wear his ring,
To his favorite songs I sing,
His sweatshirt hugs around my waist,
On my lips, cling his taste,
His bracelet wraps around my wrist,
Must I go on with this endless list?
The drawing for me, is on my wall,
But wait, that is not all,
The cross around my neck, by a chain,
And what, from me does this boy gain?
To never want to be apart,
For he has the key to my heart.
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