Love's Perfect Blend Poem by April Humason

This isn't about boy and girl,
Not age or intelligence, a whirl,
Not right or wrong, rich or poor,
Not prettier or uglier, a closed door.

It's knowing someone inside and out,
Their highs and lows, without a doubt,
Lifting them up when they are down,
In health and sickness, wearing the crown.

Through failures and successes, you're there,
In happiness and sadness, you care,
You never come and go, nor deceive,
The truth you tell, so they'll believe.

The past led to this present day,
Two souls combined, come what may,
No losers here, only two winners,
Each other's needs, love's clear spinners.

Night or day, near or far,
Easy or tough, no matter how bizarre,
In private or public, love will grow,
In every moment, its essence will show.

This is love, not fueled by hate,
When wrong meets right, they elevate,
Turning bad to good, darkness to light,
No matter the differences, all feels right.

Be it white or black, woman or man,
Young or old, in life's span,
Love sees no bounds, big or little,
From start to finish, its fire is non-trivial.