each bird doth choose a mate

Kiss kiss. It's my very last one.

All gone.

Photographic pluses (2 in one, wowza): warm light, interesting contrast, lovely background (my geometry homework, teehee)

Must, bid the Morn awake!

Sad Winter now declines,

Each bird doth choose a mate;

This day's Saint Valentine's.

For that good bishop's sake

Get up and let us see

What beauty it shall be

That Fortune us assigns.

Michael Drayton

English poet (1563 - 1631)

Bit late, holiday wise, but no matter.