Primal

There is something primal about love. I had never thought it was a natural emotion. Meaning something you would see among all species. Fear, anger, elation. These seemed to all be natural. Not love. With time I believe this perception has shifted. I feel as though it is more primal than I expected. More deeply rooted. It is a root in itself. Anything can blossom from it. Fear, anger, elation. They all stem from the roots of love. They may not need love to grow but love in itself is not much of a tree. It guides our thoughts, our desires, and our dreams. It is not in itself among these things. It is almost an incomplete thought. I love... and? does that make you feel joy? Pain? Longing? All of the above? Yet, with this said it is still not something you can teach. It is something deep within us. Something we know, without being told. Every person can recall the broken heart caused by the wraith of love. Or the warmth which embraced you when you first felt its touch. It must be primal. It must be something that calls to our core. Because there is no civility with love. There is no way to tame it.