Matthew

Where there is a might,
There is a fall,
The one who would fight,
And give me his all;
Matthew..

The gold plates pile high,
Nothing is equal to his worth,
He's best without try,
Some say, it's a mirth.

His trust is a steady flow,
That pierces straight to my heart,
For me, he'd go high and low,
It's so hard for us to part.

Even through sadness and pain,
I'd hang on, in agony, in vain,
When I finally can't stand the strain,
He'll be there,cool and plain.

Who is this boy,
Whom I speak highly of,
He brings me a joy,
He is..
Matthew Lee..