Romantic love a gold certificate,

But best carry a parachute, my friends,

Skies do fall, even in heaven

Mixed up, undetermined how high-blown we really are

Reformation of racy thoughts not exclusive,

Fusion drawn forth what we are together, they call it simpatico

Behold our resurrection passion!

Air balloons and summer snow cones,

Begat unmatched byplay,

Simply an amalgamation of paradoxes,

Supercilious and hardly bashful about it

Knowing the host even if the humor isn’t serious,

A yarn so concise and skintight there isn’t a need for a change of clothes,

Living together safely aborts confusion, only contest worth embracing