Me New Mate

I have a new ‘mate’, ‘tis true I tell thee
A dashingly handsome fella, I must decree
From here on, I’ll do me best to construe
This interesting man, my friend of new
On some points I’m certain as can be
An’ others, well, I’m guessing you see
A rabble rouser with loyal intent
Keenly expressing his malcontent
Oh, dear! A disclaimer here, for I jest
A more appropriate title: Civil Activist
A penchant, has he, for eyes of blue
Mountains of Mourne an’ Mulligan stew
He weaves words of magic from the heart
Fascinating me own with his lyrical art
Delving into Larkin’s depths, I would swear
He’s akin to me soul; similarities we share
A midnight moon will awaken the soul
Nature’s voice permeates; hearts extol
Ocean’s pulse whispers a hypnotic tune
Majestic peaks are a delightful boon
God’s tapestries; intermingled with life
Stories unfold; some riddled with strife
There’s more, I tell you, that I could relate
This poem wishes to express all, not abate
He’s captured my interest, pulled me in
By expounding upon the desire to grin
Loyal and protective with a gentle grace
A blessing to any lass he gives chase
He just may be the talk-of-the-town
Admittedly, he gets up as he goes down
What bonny lass would not agree
That, there is a skill befitting a “Yipee!”
Ink to parchment, life’s blood retold
An uncommon valor; a heart of gold
A romantic soul that longs to embrace
A love transcending beyond time and space
Strength of character, compassion within
‘Tis me new mate, Matthew Larkin