My love is graceful and swift as a gazelle,

gorgeous and vibrant as a red rose,

cheerful as the Chinese chrysanthemum

and vigorous as a youth,

I am as a hundred years old wine aged but fragrant,

I worry! a young buck runs around my love,

but my love apprise me not to because,

She loves, cherishes and adores an aged wine like me,

She calls me her aged but spicy wine,

My love is a woman of virtue, grace and poise

As exuberant as a youth,

As charming as the nine tailed fox,

My love reminds me of the romantic streets of Paris when I gaze upon her face,

My love reminds me that age is just a number.

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