In the quiet corners of the heart,
Where shadows dance with gentle grace,
Atticus love finds its art,
In the silent, sacred space.

With eyes that see beyond the veil,
And words that heal the deepest ache,
His love, like a steadfast sail,
Guides through storms that hearts can break.

The moonlight weaves its silver thread,
Binding souls in tender ties,
In his gaze, all fears are shed,
Beneath the vast and starry skies.

In every breath, a promise lies,
A vow of love that never fades,
Atticus love, a sweet reprise,
In the melody that love has played.