A whirlwind of words
She wanted forever, he couldn’t even handle tomorrow
A whirlwind of words, a tempest of hearts,
Two souls entwined, a love that starts.
“Kanmot 3lik,” a whisper so sweet,
A promise made, a future to meet.
But laughter and longing soon fade to gray,
Misunderstandings cloud the bright day.
Fear’s shadow falls, trust starts to break,
“Mabghitich t’hdr,” for a heart’s own sake.
Tears fall like rain, a storm in the night,
“Zero” echoes, a wound that won’t right.
Promises whisper, a plea to believe,
“Akhir forssa,” a chance to retrieve.
But the past whispers, a burden too deep,
And a love once blooming, now softly weeps.
A final “Beslama,” a rose left to fade,
Two paths diverging, a journey remade.