They Can'T Make It True Poem by Eman Awad

Poets, they try when they write,
and they try harder when they ryhme.
They make love so near in sight,
and they make it last longer in time.
They make it heroic and invincible,
and they make it a happiness ever after.
They can make it unique and beautiful,
and they can make it, joy and laughter.
They can make it forever and through,
not only them, actually, any one can.
But no one can make it true,
that's the only thing they can't understand.
Why can't any one tell,
if he's loved truely by the other?
Why when we're under a spell,
we can't even look for another?
Another person who we can be sure of,
that we can tell for sure about the way he feels.
Which reason except for it's love,
when your own eyes lie and your heart appeals.
Any one and i am too,
we could make every thing out of love.
Every sweet thing but it's true,
and that it self is sad for it's tough.
For more than a year i couldn't tell,
if you loved me truely not if you fell in love firstly.
It was so hard for me and it felt like hell,
but now even when it's over, who can tell me? ?