Check my poetry, please . . .

This is my poetry. If there are many mistakes, correction it, please . Thanks a lot.

Online Love Story
Through online the internet/net/web we have made a friendship
We talked together about our nations and cultures
We asked and answered about us  ourselves
It has spread the love seeds between us [note: love seeds has a connetation of sperm]
Then . . . we were falling in love

We always share and laugh together [note: you need to share something - stories? laughter?]
It makes us so happy
But unfortunately, it’s just in illusion
We want it to be come true

Two sick birds fly around the world
By flapping their wings to look flapping their wings to look / By flapping their wings they look for the holy love
And look for their hearts which disappear
Among the stars and clouds

Let’s stretching out our hands
Hand in hand to pick up our dream up
There are any hopes there
To take a gulp from a cup of beautiful love [note: I would suggest not saying to]
Malang, 14th, June 2012

Check my poetry, please . . .

This is my poem poetry. If there are many mistakes, please correction it, please . Thanks a lot. Or you can say, "Much appreciated."

Except for outright grammar or spelling errors and the more natural way to express, correcting someone's poem is extremely difficult because it changes your expression.  So the suggestion is in brown and blue is the correction.

Online Love Story

Through online we have made a friendship  A friendship made online

We talked together about our nations countries and cultures Of our countries and cultures we talked night and day.

We asked and answered about us  From questions and answers we start to know
It has spread the love seeds between us And now seeds of love had been sown.

Then . . . And now, we were are falling in love. Soon to be sprouting.

We will always share and laugh together
It makes us so happy                                 Such is the joy.
But unfortunately, it’s just in illusion            Alas, all in illusion,

We want to be come true                            Though we desire it is not so.

Two sick lonely birds flying around the world
By flapping their wings to look for the holy love Searching for that elusive Love.
And look for their hearts which disappear           In the end, only to be lost
Amongst the stars and clouds

Let’s stretching out our hands
Hand in hand to And pick our dream up together 
If there are is any hopes there left,                    If hope is left,
To take gulp a Take a sip from this cup of beautiful love From this cup we shall partake.

Malang, 14th, June 2012