Ode to My Angel

I dove into us with conceited naiveness:
I refused to believe that I would change,
  that I could be pursuaded in the wake of vulnerability,
    or that I had the ability to fall.
WE kissed innocently without contracts,
  we kissed with wreckless abandon,
   we kissed with confidence in stagnation.
Here I am became here we are,
  a mighty duo threatening to become mightier,
   conquering more and embracing the challenges life dares to throw.

Sara Adams's Questions:

What do you conclude to be the gist of this poem?