In the whisper of your words, I find a solace deep,
Like a river that flows, in the silence we keep.
Through the valleys of time, your love does traverse,
A poet’s gentle rhyme, in each verse.

Mahmoud’s heart in his lines, beats so true,
With every syllable, a world anew.
His love, a beacon, shining bright,
Guiding lost souls through the darkest night.

The echoes of your love, they never fade,
In the tapestries of life, your words are laid.
Each stanza a testament, to the love you bear,
In the realms of poetry, forever there.

Through the lens of Darwish, love’s purest form,
A shelter, a refuge, in life’s storm.
Your legacy of love, in every pen’s trace,
An eternal embrace, in the human race.