In the quiet corners of my heart,
Where shadows dance and dreams depart,
There lies a love so pure and true,
A whispered name, I call to you.

Through the tempest and the rain,
Your voice, a balm to soothe the pain,
A lighthouse in the darkest night,
Guiding me with gentle light.

Atticus, your love is like a song,
A melody that lingers long,
In every beat, in every rhyme,
Your essence transcends space and time.

So here I stand, with open arms,
Embracing all your tender charms,
For in your love, I find my way,
A guiding star to light my day.