Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lacked anything.

"A guest," I answered, "worthy to be here":
Love said, "You shall be he."
"I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,
I cannot look on thee."
Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,
"Who made the eyes but I?"

"Truth, Lord; but I have marred them; let my shame
Go where it doth deserve."
"And know you not," says Love, "who bore the blame?"
"My dear, then I will serve."
"You must sit down," says Love, "and taste my meat."
So I did sit and eat.

Now a 12 y o sent me this poem. I dunno nah. No matter how many times I tell him not to like me in that way, he still continues to..but this time he was vehement and he says that nothing will change his mind. His heart is filled with love for me, he likes me with all his heart.
*sigh*

If he were 15years older, he might have given my bf a run for his money. But he is a cute 12 y o. He cute too bad, and bright too. He's in a class with some "bad" boys so I take a special interest in him and a few others to make sure they are on the right path. Dont need to lose any more children.

I dont know what else to tell him nah....
I told him I have a bf..dont seem to faze him.