Spring chaos.

Spring is an action a coil bounding to life; jumping in and diving down simultaneously. You jump up while I dive down say the ends. Two, together meet at the middle. Energy out and back to the center. The vibration releases a shock. Shock of energy, engulfed in subtleness. The climax, you see, is not fire or frost. It is the middle of our story: a beginning leads to an end and an end leads to a middle. Summer will be here soon with rays of light and brilliant glittering sky's, my friend. To live life in spring is to be young, to never age. To forever be within my profound choosen. To be choosen for springs awakening; no better gift than to be the young love of a fresh heart. The beginning of fondness and enchantment. The first kiss; like dew on a flower budding is admitted sweet as my, honey. Love the spring air.