In a Suitcase

It's precious, yes it is! A treasure in all its truth.
It's hidden and guarded-then suddenly came a-knocking youth!
Oh dear!What to do? It thumps so much more faster;
Even though,it's in a suitcase, it's no longer it's own master.

So fragile, so warm, so naive and pure and soft,
Protected by the frost of love, yet so very lost!
It aches for that frost-bite, not knowing if it'll hurt.
And while it's in a suitcase, it builds its very own world.

It knows that something's missing,something super integral,
It knows that there is something, that'll make life much more livable.
And then when suddenly, there is a humungous rumble,
It no longer can stay in a suitcase, out and about it tumbles.

It sees a new home, a new place to be in,
It finds it so exhilarating, it's better than it's ever been.
It hopes that this new home is forever and always its own,
And thus, though a new one, in a suitcase, life is again known.

This suitcase, the ribcage, is the safest place for the heart,
The precious little gem, that beats from the end's start;
From one suitcase, this treasure once is forward passed,
It makes itself a promise,in that suitcase, forever it'll last.