A treasure held around the throat, memories close, in metal's cloak. Open my heart, you'll see a face, a keepsake from your time and place.

Can hold stories Or cherished items Like trophies or other glories On a wall or in a corner, any room it brightens.

My Ace is the highest card in the deck. You dig?

I follow you but never speak, I get more full throughout the week. I’m not a friend, yet always near, At school or travel, I appear.

If I'm made for a man, smooth skin ensues. Made for a woman, your skin you'll lose.