The kind of love.!!

Two lover stars cross,
So much in love,
But their love can't be accurate.

With families being sworn enemies,
Them being in love just add to it.

It an ongoing fight
About who is wrong or right.
But they forgot that two wrong can't make a right.

Sharing a love strong enough to die and **** for,
The kind of love everyone should try to live for

My effort to live is as good as my fear to die
My strength is weaken by the weight of the world
I give all but receive nothing.

Like a wrestler,
I show all my strength and talent.
They notice not, for all they want is just the satisfaction of their eyes.

I live to die even for the things am not supposed to die for.
I live in the mist of nothing trying to pleased them, now am as nothing as them.

The corpse whom I am is been taken to and fro by the waves of my land to a no destination.

Am beginning to rot and smell in the heart of those i loved with all my heart.
To them, am just but a living corpse.

Like a carcass in the mist of vultures,
Here I am in the mist of faith and religions of land,
Full deceit and evil.

Like a beautiful garden full of roses and lilies,
But beneath, I am that rotten worms and corpse that bring out it glories.

Never have I been notice
Because to all I live no more,
But my strength and talent they always required.
Here I am, today as a breathing corpse.

Oh My fathers land,
On d northern parts and hills,
Our soldiers are killed!,
The bravest of our soldiers,
Fall asleep in death,
The bodies of our brave soldiers,
Lie in disgrace,
No longer polished with honor!.

Our dedicated young men,
Who gave their lives ,
For the peace of the land.
How wonderful and dear was their service,
Together, they stood in life,
Together they fled in death!,
All for our dear father land!..

Oh, woman!,
Mourn for them
For they  gave up their today,
To better your tomorrow.
Daughters of our land, lament!,
For you will see them no more!.
For they sleep for you to remine awake.

How wonderful was their love for us,
Better than the love of a mother for her child ,
Next to that of God.

Oh brave men of our land,
Remine asleep,
For you will fall on more!..

My child,
Do not fall in love with a poet,
Their words are empty, its deceive.

Do not fall for the words of a poet,
They are just fragment of their imagination,
They are not real.

Their words are just like the wind,
That comes and go.
When it's gone,
You will be left In the heat of a broken heart💔

Until today,
I still hear her voice,
As I pen

Life is just like a book,
In which we all have ours to fill,
With 365 lines in each page.

I have turned over 24 pages,
And have just noticed,
That I have written nothing.

I have seen others,
Fill their pages with words,
And I wish , I could fill mine.

I will hold these few lines,
For in it were the few times,
My ink spilled properly.