People these days seem to have forgotten that history repeats itself like a clock on the wall…..
Twice a day, first as a lesson, the second time as a warning. Still, no one cares to listen until the clock stops, the walls begin to crack, and the foundation is crumbling beneath their feet……
only then do we begin to realize it’s too late to turn back and we then scramble to replace the batteries and repair the cracks.
Shane M. Stoops

She has lived, she has wandered,
loved and lost, dreamed and fallen.
She is not untouched by time,
nor unshaken by the past.
But if she stands beside you now,
if she looks at you with eyes that see
not just who you are,
but who you are becoming,
what else matters?

She is not perfect—
neither are you.
Together, you may stumble,
may fumble through the dark,
may misunderstand and misstep.
But if she makes you laugh,
if she stirs your thoughts,
if she is unafraid to be real,
to be flawed, to be human—
hold onto her.

She may not think of you
every moment of the day,
but she will give you the one thing
that costs her most to lose—
her heart.
So handle it gently.
Don’t try to change her,
don’t measure her love against expectation,
don’t ask for more than she can give.

Instead—
smile when she brings you joy,
tell her when she makes you ache,
and when she is gone,
miss her.

If you return,
do not knock,
the door has memorized your hands.

If you leave,
do not turn back,
the wind carries only forward.

Habeeby, my sunshine, bright as day,
With your laughter, worries fade away.
In your eyes, dreams take flight,
You are my star, my shining light.

Habeeby, my joy, my heart’s delight,
With every smile, you make life right.
In your steps, a beat so true,
With you, the world feels new.

Habeeby, my pride, so pure and strong,
In your presence, I belong.
Your spirit dances, wild and free,
You are everything to me.

Habeeby, my hope, my endless cheer,
With you, happiness is near.
In every hug, in every glance,
You bring love’s perfect chance.

Habeeby, my dream, my precious one,
With you, life’s journey’s just begun.
Together, hand in hand, we’ll see,
A future bright with you and me.

Truth is,
As cliche as my opinion may seem.
I'm stubborn but in a unique way.
I've lost a lot to be particular in my hesitations.
I've been through enough disappointment to know better.
But the truth is,
I'm more afraid of losing me in someone who wouldn't love me for me.