heart is a bag full of memories,
of all kinds from happiness to worries.
In this bag there is a bag of jewels,
in it lies the love for one to dwell.
The only one lucky to fill the bag,
is the lifetime companion for life to drag.
There are other bags bigger than everything,
which the respect for parents ,the king.
Woman's heart is the deepest as it goes,
where men of some have memories to flow.
There are some who have the heart of stone,
but somewhere there is dirt to be thrown.
Once clean the stone melts down
and becomes a beautiful majestic crown.
Nevertheless we are to see,
heart is a bag for you and me.