In a world of heartbeats soft and true, Lies Tori, aged sixteen, with skies of blue, Her kind heart blooms like February's start, Where love for children plays its gentle part. Valentine's Day, a tapestry of grace, Reflects in her eyes and warms her embrace, Through laughter's melody and gentle art, Tori spins love from the threads of her heart. In her care, the world seems tender, new, Each child a sunflower in morning's dew, Her spirit, a beacon shining bright, Guiding love's vessel through the darkest night.