Maybe it's because my little sister's in Brigadoon this summer,

but I think "A Map of Love" sounds really amazing in a Scottish accent. That's right. Scroll down a page and find that poem. Read it out loud in your best, softest brogue. Or track down a hot laddie/lass to murmur it to you. In the earliest part of the morning, if you can stand it, or perhaps after a nap. (Don't you DARE blame this on me to your significant other.) Poetry reading sometimes owes a great deal to context and setting. I find this poem is most useful when memorized...