Ramble me pretty

The itsyou bird is chirping outside the window. itsyou itsyou itsyou, she sings. It is me. It is me that loves this day, this man, this life. And the sky is gray and listless but daffodils have sprung and dot our world with yellow joy. "Hi! I'm here! Spring? Uh, well, almost!" They are cheerful and bright and everything that makes Spring the season of love. It makes the couch cuddles we share still have that spark of the first kiss. Spring is the time when I feel that blue light shining from within that says you have no idea how strong I am, how much I love you. And it tells me that I am a part of this universe and my love and light guide us all towards that shimmering place of abandon and agape love. Wanna come with? Take my hand.