The Two Matthews

The two Matthews have warmed my heart,
Their sentiments, to my core they dart:

Whether it be getting emotional
When sitting at a library desk,
Or fuelling their very own bromance
And standing in my feed statuesque...

Yes, 

The two Matthews today have warmed my heart,
As warmly as a fresh, crisp, homely apple tart.

I crawl inside your arms

I crawl inside your arms everyday,
I find it easy to live in this way,
Where I don’t have to find my own path,
But live in the shelter from worldly wrath.

Where is the magic of the library?

"Where is the magic of the library?"

"Well, for me, it's under 'P.'

"To be precise, Peake,

"From him joy I do (eagerly) eke.