Happy Valentine's Day

Mark Alexander Boyd (1563–1601) was a poet and soldier of fortune who wrote published two volumes of Latin verse, but is famous, if he is famous, for his only known poem in Scots. I post it today in honor of Valentine’s Day, which is my household’s only religious holiday. I also post, after the jump, the only Valentine poem I’ve ever written. Here's Boyd:
Fra bank to bank, fra wood to wood I rin,
Ourhailit with my feeble fantasie;
Like til a leaf that fallis from a tree,
Or til a reed ourblawin with the win.
Twa gods guides me: the ane of tham is blin,
Yea and a bairn brocht up in vanitie;
The next a wife ingenrit of the sea,
And lichter nor a dauphin with her fin.
Unhappy is the man for evermair
That tills the sand and sawis in the air;
But twice unhappier is he, I lairn,
That feidis in his hairt a mad desire,
And follows on a woman throw the fire,
Led by a blind and teachit by a bairn.

And here's my poem:
Better Read, A Valentine
Scare, tides & herring. Shift. Sky
at night. Eye flight, the plane half empty.
Light district, letter days, in tooth
and claw. Hot Chili Peppers, blooded,
lobster, roses, River Valley,
remember? Flag flying here
(though cowards flinch
and traitors sneer). Rover.
Rover, come over.
for Jim