Classic Poem

Full sixty summers now have taken flight,
And still my darling's cheeks are smooth and white,
Still thick the tresses of her raven hair,
Her breasts unbound like marble take the air.
From every limb ambrosial fragrance breathes,
And round her head a magic garland weaves.
With her my heart forgets that youth has flown
And only longs to call her still my own.