Answer:
What binds two people yet touches only one?
What is round as a dishpan, deep as a tub, and still the oceans couldn't fill it up?
My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
More precious than gold, but cannot be bought, Can never be sold, only earned if it’s sought, If it is broken it can still be mended, At birth it can’t start nor by death is it ended.
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.