Who I Am???

If, anyone dared ask, "Who am I?"
What will I say, will I lie"
So, let me now have the chance and try,
To describe the person called I...
The stillness of the night,
He broke with a cry.
A tiny, young lad,
Born on the fourth of July.
He grew up to be,
His mother's pride,
His family's affection,
he accepted without contradiction.
Call Jeffrey, Jeff, or Brangien,
Surely, won't change, the guy eitherway.
He is sincere, loving, and true,
To everyone he meets, whether old or new.
'Coz in his heart, he truly values,
Not money, nor penny
But his loved ones indeed,
Bring along the friends, and foes too.
Yes, you may dislike him sometimes,
'Coz he speaks his own mind
But, to hate him never,
You see, he's too nice not to care.
People say, "the pen is mightier than a sword"
Words Rizal had lived and fought.
But, Jeffrey's magickal sword,
Is really his magnificent spoon and fork.
To be the best Chef, he could ever be,
Is a dream he dreamt since he was three.
And his sweet delicacies, and his other specialties,
Will surely please the palate of fair, young ladies.
Though, he still has to make his mark,
His friends don't doubt, he'll be on top.
'Coz big things are meant for this chap,
A friend you can trust, even with you life.