Romancing Visions

 It's a matter of visions, yours and mine, ennobled and enabled to rise and rhyme. Synthesizing and energizing, not colliding, male and female, shapes and shades- expressions of differeneces, not encumbrances. Avoiding tracks of discord, rising on the road to ascension, lifted by the enbracing ecstasy of our communions, You and me, entwined and entangled in our reunions.   Inflections and relfections of our accents shoved us into the abyss of sad dissents. Rise and be mine forever and ever. Float on emotions, never to sever the sweet symbiosis of our symphonies. Come close, join true lovers' companies. Riding, rising, rocking, infusing love of life, transfusing precious plasma in a flood of life.   Come again, so we can delight and unite. I give up my right and reason to fight. Connecting, curling, caressing our unbilical cords. Pouring balm on neglected sores of evangelical swords. Compromising and complementing, diminishing distances, caring and committed, we crave to settle grievances. You and Me, caputred in a trance. You and Me, enraptured by romance.