In the silence of the night, whispers softly speak,
Of love that blooms in shadows, tender yet unique.
Atticus, a name carved in the heart’s gentle stone,
A love eternal, never to be overthrown.
Beneath the starlit canopy, dreams begin to weave,
Stories of affection, in the fabric of night they cleave.
Each moment shared, a timeless tapestry spun,
In the quietude of dawn, two souls become one.
The moonlight dances, casting silver on the sea,
Reflecting the depth of love, wild yet free.
Atticus stands, a guardian of the heart,
A love unyielding, never to depart.
As morning breaks, and shadows fade away,
The promise of Atticus love, forever shall stay.
In every sunrise, in every gentle breeze,
Lives the whisper of love, an eternal tease.