Modern Poetry "Intense Affection"
Back then, our love was like fruit soaked in honey, sweet with a fragrant undertone, sticky and fragrant.
Twenty years have passed.
Opening this sealed jar, they have become wine, intoxicating, aged, and fragrant.
How many years have I hesitated to open this jar, afraid of love being like a can of soda, unable to withstand the cruelty of time.
When opened, love like bubbles escapes.
Life fades away.
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It turns out you are my sweet affections,
You are the enduring tolerance of time,
True love is not soda,
but the honey we brewed together,
Though no longer sticky,
it is now more crisp and clear.
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