In the golden glow of evening's wane, Matthew stands with eyes of azure flame, A fiancé strong, with love so true, A lighthouse in the stormy hue. His words are gentle, like a dove's soft call, Apologies whispered, healing all. Proudly he stands, a fortress fair, With beauty caught in blond-streaked hair. Our love, a tapestry brightly spun, Each thread a moment, every touch a sun. Together we craft this heartfelt song, In his eyes, a world where both belong.