In the whisper of the olive trees,
Where shadows dance in the desert sun,
His words paint the horizon with longing,
A melody of love that never fades away.

He speaks of homes wrapped in yearning,
Of hearts that wander through timeless sands,
In every verse, a heartbeat echoes,
A love story woven in the threads of time.

The moonlight knows his tender secrets,
As stars listen to his midnight tales,
In every pause, a sigh of lovers,
Bound by dreams that cross the distant seas.

Through the echoes of his gentle voice,
A world of love unfolds in tranquil grace,
Mahmoud’s words, a timeless river,
Flow through hearts, an unending embrace.