An ode to thee

oh my necklace, I hold thee close to my heart. Thy chain 'round my neck, cold at first, then warm with love. Thy backround be a sea of blue, with glitering granit, yet to me you are smooth. Thy chain feels rough as you sway from my head, my hair gets caught, yet I do not yelp, for this action thou can not help. When I get nervous, thou shall always be there. Let me bite upon thy edge, saving my nails for better care. And though you taste metalic, thy sweet taste reminds, of better days, and happier times. I hear you jingle and clank as you are put upon my bare neck, thy presence enough to keep me from a wreck. The dragon you so bravely posses, protects me the most, protects me the best. His eyes be white, and his silver body engraved into you. I can only imagine the pain of when they did that to you. If I shall get mad, and ready to fight, I take a big whiff and are sill with a sight. I can smell my big brother's scent upon you, and I hear his soft words, "Think of my in this necklace before you do what you do."