I remember reading a poem. The last names mean: When you are old and have no teeth, you can kiss each other's gums. Who can tell me the full text of this poem?

How many people love your youthful exuberance/worship your beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity/only one person loves your pilgrim's soul/loves the painful wrinkles on your aging face?

The above is Ye Zhi's, but I think that since the landlord remembered the sentence of chewing gum, it may be the characteristic of that poem. ...

If you love someone, you can't help but hope that you are more beautiful, that you will be remembered, that your appearance and body will be seen by the other party in the heyday, and that you will never forget each other. Even in the winter when flowers bloom and trees fade, there is a person as heavy as a primary school student in history books to witness your glory. Loving someone will always take pains to ask or answer some silly questions, such as: "If I am old, do you still love me?" "love." "I lost all my teeth?" "I kiss your gums!" If you love someone, you can't help falling in love with that white hair: Dear, I am old, and my whiteness is as bright as frost and silver. Only you will always be my lover, always beautiful and gentle. ...

The above is a sentence from the French writer Morova's "Women's View of Love". I wonder if it's the source the author is looking for.