In the quiet corners of a gentle heart,
Where words softly linger, yet never part,
There blooms a love unseen, profound,
In silence, its whispers resound.

Through the echoes of unspoken dreams,
Atticus love flows like gentle streams,
Touching souls with a tender grace,
In every shadow, it finds its place.

Unseen bonds weave through the night,
In the heart’s embrace, pure and bright,
Timeless devotion, a guiding star,
In every moment, near and far.

As the world spins in its endless dance,
This love remains, in every glance,
A silent promise, forever true,
In every breath, it whispers to you.