I know, I am such a nerd..
but this is such a beautiful poem.
His name is George Herbert, and he is an AMAZING poet...this is the last poem he wrote before he died.

Love

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 anthing.

"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.

isn't it beautiful? wow!!! I hope i can write like that someday.
Yeah!! home for thanksgiving!!! I hope everyone will have a great week.....

yeah!! please leave me a comment..:)

hello...

i'm tired. need to go to sleep. women cell tonight...yeah!!!

I am ready, to start anew.
"Where will you begin?" you may well ask.
"I have no idea," I shall well answer, yet
this is where it shall begin-my heart,
a heart that is ready to be changed...
this, my Lord, is where you shall start...