Thine is the gentle day of love,
When youths and virgins try their fate;
When, deep retiring to the grove,
Each feathered songster weds his mate.
With tempered beams the skies are bright,
Earth decks in smiles her pleasing face;
Such is the day that gave thee light,
And speaks as such thy every grace.
James Thomson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-mrs-mendez-birthday-who-was-born-on-valentine-s-day/
