Honey of love can be,
Damaged at any time,
So keep it sterilised.
Add some preservatives,
Or it turns to bitterness.
sterilized + preservatives = pure love (well done for this new metaphor and creativity)
No preservatives can preserve it But a keen mind reads it Even before it wants to pop up And change the direction To safeguard it much better.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Add some preservatives, Or it turns to bitterness.