Edmund Spencer- Sonnet 30

Hello people! It is finally Saturday! I had a good week, how about you? I took lots of pictures at school and the Colonel even asked me to apply to be the ROTC historian. On...Wednesday I think, I got asked to Homecoming. {Who asked you?} Well I'm going to give you the longer story. K asked my friend from journalism to the dance and she must've told him that I wanted to go with Cowboy. (Which btw I never said. She had told me that she thinks he will ask me and I was like cool, that's exciting.)
Tuesday comes and K comes to the place where we were eating lunch (My friend and I) and he has a purpose. So I ask, what are you here for? What do you want? Get to the point K.
(I'm not patient when I am eating.) So finally he is like
I'm going to ask [Cowboy] if he has a date for the dance, and hopefully he says no. Then I will tell him he should ask my friend [My name here], I think you two would get along real well. Then he will hopefully ask you and you're going to say no.
(I still don't understand why I was supposed to say no.)
Then next day I had gotten up in the middle of lunch to get a camera from my mom and was on the way back to my lunch when Cowboy walks up to me and says, "Question." I freeze mid step, turn my head and say, "Answer." He was getting increasingly awkward and was all, you don't have to freeze like that... so we went back to my food and he asked, "Do you want to go to the dance?" I replied, "Do you dance?" and guys, the boy is smart. He saved it LOL. He says, "No, but I can learn." So I said, "Yeah, I'll go." It was quick and simple lol, none of that flowery business that other guys do. (I'm not a flowery person, but I'll take a picture of it if I can.)
I got pictures of a girl saying no. I had to interview her afterwards and it was awkward. I am going to find a poem now by Shakespeare. Because I tried to think of one in science class but I couldn't. Better yet, this one is by Edmund Spencer. I love it so much. This is Sonnet 30

My love is like to ice, and I to fire;

How comes it then that this her cold so great

Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,

But harder grows the more I her entreat?

Or how comes it that my exceeding heat

Is not delayed by her frozen cold,

But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,

And feel my flames augmented manifold?

What more miraculous thing may be told

That fir which all thing melts, should harden ice,

And ice which is congealed with senseless cold,

Should kindle fire by wonderful devices?

Such is the power of love in gentle mind,

That it can alter all the course of kind.

That is one of my favorite poems. Ice and fire. Completely opposite yet each strengthening the other. I hope you guys enjoyed it too. Have a good week!