I cover an object that rests your head. I’m usually found on top of your bed. I often come as part of a set. I’m a comfy place to nap for a pet.

I’m both a mess to be in, and a tangy snack to be eaten.

I'm a metal mate, for a belt's long ride, Keeping things tight, with a secure stride, I fasten and hold, with a satisfying click, A small but mighty part, of a daily trick,

I'm a symbol of love, and a sign of life, Pumping blood, with a constant strife, In your chest, I beat with care, A vital organ, beyond compare, Beating for you, with all my might. You may go with your gut, or trust in me, Just know that what I want, I will get and happy I will be.

Grand and wide with space to spare, more rooms than one could ever share. A palace made for those with means, where even closets could be queens.