In the whispers of the night, love speaks,
A gentle echo of dreams untold,
Through the verses of a heart that seeks,
In silence, stories of love unfold.

Between the lines of solitude and grace,
He paints a world of longing and hope,
With every word, a tender embrace,
In his poetry, we find ways to cope.

The moonlight dances on his pages,
Casting shadows of forgotten time,
In his words, a love that never ages,
A melody, a rhythm, a rhyme.

Through Darwish’s eyes, we learn to see,
The beauty in a world torn apart,
In his love, a timeless symphony,
A testament to the human heart.