In the heart of a poet, love finds its way,
Through words and verses, it blooms each day.
Mahmoud Darwish, with pen in hand,
Crafted a love that could withstand.

His love, a river that flows so deep,
Through valleys of joy and mountains steep.
With every line, a story unfurls,
Of passion, longing, and whispered pearls.

In the silence of the night, he speaks,
Of dreams and hopes, of tender cheeks.
A love that transcends the bounds of time,
Immortalized in his rhythmic rhyme.

Oh, Mahmoud, your love remains,
In every heart, in every vein.
Forever etched in the sands of time,
A testament to love’s divine.