In the whispers of the night, your voice remains,
Echoes of a love that transcends the mundane.
Like stars that shimmer in a poet’s dream,
Your words, a melody, forever gleam.

In the tapestry of time, your love weaves,
A tale of passion, that never leaves.
Through the deserts of despair, it flows,
A river of hope, in the twilight glows.

Each verse a heartbeat, each line a sigh,
In the realm of dreams, where lovers fly.
Your love, a beacon, through storms and strife,
Guiding the lost, rekindling life.

Oh, Mahmoud, your love, a timeless art,
Etched in the souls, never to part.
In the garden of memories, it blooms,
A testament to love, that forever resumes.