In the quiet moments of the night,
When the world is hushed and still,
There lies a love, so pure and bright,
In Atticus’s heart, an unwavering will.

He stands firm against the winds of time,
With a heart that knows no fear,
His love, a beacon, so sublime,
Guiding souls who hold him dear.

Through trials and tribulations vast,
His love remains unbroken,
A testament to the shadows cast,
By words that remain unspoken.

In every glance, and every smile,
Atticus’s love is shown,
A love that stretches mile by mile,
In every heart, it has grown.