Diamond Geezer

The way to a man's heart is through his veins 
Vanity and ego courses through the blood
Skin and bone may bear the wickedest pains
But it's capillaries that contain his love

The way to a man's heart is through his eyes
Bigger in his head than on the outside
Tongue twisters treasonably tell true lies
It's optical sockets that hold what he hides

The way to a man's heart is through his chest
With boot stamp or brickbat or bloody knife edge
Calcified cages can conceal sense of dread 
The man is alive, who dares bare his breast