At least he isn’t ancient, he may be too old,
Not a diamond of bones, a flush of soft gold,
If a little heated, bravely he faces the hammer,
He is mended and modified in a nice manner,
Look at him he is now a pair of beautiful ear rings,
A necklace that touches her bosom and sweetly sings,
No surprise if he is singing an inviting love song,
With a heart soft enough and passion so strong,
Before a hug and a kiss she stretches her arms,
A ring for her finger and palms with palms,
Where from came the jewels, having such a glace,
The silk above a beautiful face offered this grace,
The deep seas below forehead provided the pearls,
The old woman in love is better than teen aged girls.