Love is not eternal lust.
Love is when you do
not feel repulsed when
your longterm partner
farts under the covers.
Love is not forever sexual
Love is when everything
edible has been eaten
yet you still come back for more.
Love is, what lust lacks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A strong and real-life view of love. And the finish is simply masterly. (I have to say, I might not express repulsion, but I would CERTAINLY fan the bad air away all the same!) : -) Happy Easter Vincey, Love, Gina.