El

A Heart of Wood
I have to get myself made;
So it doesn't suffer or feel,
Or know what it is to love.

The little stars in the sky
And the sands of the sea
Resemble my sorrows,
That I can't finish counting.

An impossible love kills me;
For an impossible love I die:
Impossible to achieve
The impossible love I desire.

They say sorrows kill:
I say it's not true;
That if sorrows killed,
They would have killed me by now.