Most things age regrettably.  They rot.
They stink.  For many people, gravity
Tugs hard at them, and they grow thick,
Misshapen, wrinkled.  It has not affected
You.  Instead, you remain lithe and lovely.
Your once-fetching girl's face has gotten
Leaner, giving you a regal beauty.  Far
From spoiling, you've become quite splendid,
Like a cask of wine, which first was merely
Good to drink, but now excites the mind.