In the realm where words dance upon the page,
Love blooms in verses, tender and sage.
Mahmoud’s pen weaves tales of desire,
A tapestry of longing that never tires.

His words, a river flowing deep and wide,
Carry whispers of love on their tide.
Through each line, a heartbeat’s gentle call,
Echoes of passion that bind us all.

In the shadows of exile and yearning,
His love, a flame eternally burning.
Amidst the silence, where hopes entwine,
His poetry sings of love divine.

Mahmoud’s love, a melody unbroken,
In every verse, a promise softly spoken.
A testament to love’s enduring grace,
Captured forever in time’s embrace.