In the land of olive trees and ancient songs,
Your words dance like the wind,
Touching hearts with whispers of love,
In a language only the soul understands.

Under the moonlit sky of longing,
Your verses weave a tapestry of desire,
Each line a thread of passion,
Binding hearts across the sands of time.

In exile, your love knows no bounds,
A beacon of hope in the darkest night,
Your poetry a bridge to the homeland,
Where love is a refuge and a right.

Mahmoud, your love is eternal,
A flame that never fades,
In every word, a heartbeat,
In every poem, a promise made.