My heart leaps up when I behold
A beautiful bag, black leather and gold
I turn my head to shed my yearning
My stomach aflutter, impatiently churning

One day my pocket will afford me
A bag of distinction for utility
My heart once agile calms its beating
A moment of bliss – despondently fleeting

Waiting for the moment, for the bag that I will carry
I am patient and assured as I longingly tarry