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The middle aged couple

 True love is that the more one is in loveThe less corporal is she in one’s eyes.He sees her on her face, hands and anklesAnd don’t X-rays her sexual parts clothed.Neither is he anxious to hold herNor he’s desperate to undress her.He sees her by soul and feels her by heart.To him she is always draped in robes.No longing for her lips or for her breasts.No longer is she a sexual symbol.Such is a true love as he displays for her.Such is a true love as she is set to have.Carnal desires have been sublimated.They are husband and wife past middle age.06.06.2009
— R.M.Shanmugam, Jun 21, 2009

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