In the quiet of the desert night,
Stars whisper tales of ancient love,
Sands beneath hold secrets tight,
In every grain, a story of above.

Moonlit paths that lovers tread,
Guided by the call of the breeze,
Hearts entwined, softly led,
Amidst the palms, beneath the trees.

Echoes of a distant oud,
Melodies that dance with time,
In the silence, love renewed,
In every verse, a gentle rhyme.

Eyes speak in a silent tongue,
Words unspoken, yet understood,
In this land where love is sung,
Eternal as the shifting wood.