i find that i want to protect them, care for them, be with them, romanticize life with them, despite me not knowing exactly what love is either.
it is, for me, a feeling unlike any other. it is an almost gut-wrenching desire to support them.
It isn't quite lust, but a burning desire more akin to love, i suppose. I want to spend forever with a harpy.
Something about their frailty and aloof purity does it for me. I'm sure that each person has their own reasons.
It would be difficult to explain, I'm sure. For some, it is a carnal desire that surpasses the human form. for others it is most likely a zeal that would be too difficult to pinpoint its origin
at the end of the day, i still love birds.