Once, a glass house fell in love
with a sledgehammer.
So true and so pure is its love.
It melted even the hammer's heart.
.
In the end, the sledgehammer said,
"I'm not your type.
You will find someone better than me"
and walked away leaving behind
nothing but broken pieces of glass.
Everyone blamed the glass house.
'But my love is true' said glass house,
crying.

*Poor glasshouse doesn't know that
the 'trueness' doesn't matter
in a world full of fakes.*

- M.C.penner.