In the quiet whispers of the night,
He stands firm, a beacon bright.
Through storms and gentle rains,
His heart remains unchained.

With eyes that see beyond the veil,
He listens to each untold tale.
Hands that offer warmth and grace,
In every soul, he finds a place.

His laughter echoes in the breeze,
A melody that puts minds at ease.
Courage woven through his veins,
In his presence, love remains.

A tapestry of dreams he weaves,
In his wake, no one grieves.
A good man, a guiding star,
Lighting paths both near and far.