I can only speak for me, not the type. Music and love are all unique and personal. I don't really know that I use music "to attract" - sounds like some kind of hunters tactic, using bird calls to make an imitation of something natural. I've just never had that love hunting instinct, I guess.
Originally Posted by Melfina
But I can share some songs that speak to me and my feelings about and experiences with love. A close interpretation of my idealistic vision comes across in this song:
Years falling like grains of sand mean nothing to me. It's only time. If snow won't change your mind, let it fall. The snow won't change my heart, not at all. I'll walk your lands and swim your seas. Marry me, and in your hands I will be free. Marry me. Why would I stop loving you a hundred years from now?
Love lasting throughout time. Through time and space the bind becomes freedom. I love that, I want that inside of myself and outside of myself to exist.
It's cracked but, paradoxically (or correspondingly depending on your view) the following song expresses the roller coaster my heart tends to ride. I am never scared to go on it, I enjoy it, am thrilled by it. But it ends. And I disembark. Thats how amusement park rides work.
as much as I definitely enjoy solitude, I wouldn't mind, perhaps, spending little time with you. sometimes, sometimes. possibly maybe probably love. uncertainty excites me, baby! who knows what's going to happen? lottery or car crash - or you'll join a cult?! It came about through happenstance that I happened to be hap-happy. you’re just a bonus to that. mon petit vulcan, your eruptions and disasters. I keep calm, admiring your lava, I keep calm. electric shocks - I love them! with you, a dozen a day. but after a while I wonder: where's that love you promised me? where is it?
I can hope for balance. I can hope for an alignment in my own self that allows for love to find me (which it does, as I tend toward being passive, not the hunter type remember) yet also for me to be active in growing that love. It's not hunting, its cultivation of natural extension in a fecund space. As the humification of my heart goes on, I hold out hope.
one hand loves the other so much on me. born stubborn, me - will always be. before you count 123, i will have grown my own private branch of this tree. you : gardener you : discipliner domestically i can obey all of your rules and still be : be. i never thought i would compromise. let's unite tonight, we shouldn't fight, embrace you tight, let's unite tonight. i thrive best hermit style with a beard and a pipe and a parrot on each side, but now i can't do this without you. u.n.i.s.o.n.