In the golden sands where the sun dips low,
Whispers of love in gentle breezes flow.
A tapestry woven with stars above,
Tells the timeless tale of Arabic love.
Beneath the crescent moonâs tender light,
Two souls meet in the stillness of night.
Their eyes speak in a silent embrace,
Bound by a love time cannot erase.
The desert blooms with their secret sighs,
As the jasmine scents the evening skies.
Their hearts beat with an eternal song,
In a world where they truly belong.
In the oasis of their dreams they stay,
Where loveâs gentle whispers never stray.
A dance of passion beneath the stars,
In the language of love, no distance bars.