I hope everyone has a better Valentine's day then the Saint himself. The Romans chopped St. Valentine's head off and made him a martyr. But, don't let that keep you from sending your valentine a dozen blood red roses. I am not bitter, really I am not bitter! Here's a valentine from me to all of you, one of the Bard's sonnets...

 Sonnet XVIIIShall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee. 

Posted by at February 14, 2000 07:24 AM