No popular respect will I omit <br />To do thee honor on this happy day, <br />When every loyal lover tasks his wit <br />His simple truth in studious rhymes to pay, <br />And to his mistress dear his hopes convey. <br />Rather thou knowest I would still outrun <br />All calendars with Love's,—whose date alway <br />Thy bright eyes govern better than the Sun,— <br />For with thy favor was my life begun; <br />And still I reckon on from smiles to smiles, <br />And not by summers, for I thrive on none <br />But those thy cheerful countenance complies: <br />Oh! if it be to choose and call thee mine, <br />Love, thou art every day my Valentine.<br /><br />Thomas Hood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-for-the-14th-of-february/
