Love's Perfect Blend Poem by April Humason

Not shaped by title, size, or race.
It isn't found in skin or sound,
But in the soul where truth is found.

It is the hand that does not leave,
The quiet strength that helps you breathe.
It's mercy when the heart feels thin,
And light when everything feels dim.

Not built by pride or sharp demand,
But patience born from God's own hand.
It does not rise from perfect skin,
But from the grace that lives within.

It does not shatter when storms begin,
It stands still while the winds spin.
It waits without the need to bend,
Because God defines love's perfect blend.

Not loud, not fake, not filled with pride,
But deep as oceans, calm as tide.
A holy thread no world can end,
Love born of Him — love's perfect blend.