In the whispers of the night, his words remain,
Echoes of a love that time can’t constrain.
Mahmoud Darwish, with his pen so bright,
Spoke of love’s enduring, undying light.

Through the shadows of war and strife,
His verses breathed hope, love, and life.
A tapestry of emotions, tender and pure,
In every line, love’s essence secure.

From the hills of Palestine’s embrace,
His love stories found a timeless space.
In the heartbeats of those who read,
His passion for love continued to spread.

Forever etched in the annals of time,
Mahmoud’s love lives in each rhyme.
A testament to the power of words,
His love, like the song of eternal birds.