You could say, I'm in the market for a heart,

For mine was taken not so long ago.

What have you to offer? Show me your wares,

So I can choose another, to soft'n the blow.

A glass heart, as beautiful as may be,

Is truly impractical for ordinary use.

So easily shattered, and so completely clear,

It's intentions apparent for others to peruse.

A heart of stone, while hard and cold it is,

It would be heavy within you to possess.

Like granite it will withstand all advances,

Let in no subtle laughter, nor easy jest.

So, I say, I'll have a heart of flesh,

Though easy it is for it to tear and scar,

It mends, not destroyed as is the glass,

And in the end can take you more the far.