In whispers of the gentle night,
Atticus weaves his tender light.
His love, a beacon through the dark,
Ignites the soul, ignites the spark.
Beneath the stars, his words unfold,
A tale of warmth, a touch of gold.
In every line, his heart revealed,
In every verse, the world is healed.
Through echoes of the timeless past,
His love, a bond that holds steadfast.
A symphony of silent grace,
In Atticus’ words, we find our place.
His gentle soul, a guiding star,
In every heart, both near and far.
Atticus’ love, a timeless song,
In whispered dreams, we all belong.