My Heart, A Treasure Trove

Just like the sun doesn’t abandon the moon,

My heart doesn’t abandon its job, to bloom.

Just like there’s no better time than the present date,

My heart reminds me that there’s nobody better than me, my story, to narrate.

Just like the dew shines after a thunderstorm, 

My heart in its purest form beats, my best, to make me perform. 

Just like the thick coat protects the bear from the winter chill,

My heart does, above all, attend to and uphold my will. 

Just like to surprises and wonders, me, life drove,

My heart leads me to myself, for it is a treasure trove.