FREE LOVE LETTERS

Month: December 2012

  • Love letter # 143

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    Paul Ransom
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    I wish you didn’t tempt me so – didn’t stand there like that. Or shoot that smile, shine those conspiratorial eyes. Sometimes, you lay your hand upon me and all my nerves are music, singing the electric song of you. Don’t say you don’t mean it. I know you do. You like the smell of…

  • Love letter # 169

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    Paul Ransom
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    So much beauty out there tonight. Almost unbearable. But it reminded me – as if I needed reminding – that whatever gift it is I possess, it is also my cross. The demon that shadows me is the same angel sent to save me. How grateful I am to be shown this; and for my…

  • Love letter # 78

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    Paul Ransom
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    These were the nights when I used to dream of someone like you. Now I walk with that ambiguous phantom: memory. Beneath the sound of laughter, deep in the smell of skin and humid air, ghosts of dead summers – the long faded evenings of your favour. Yet for all that distance, it’s all so…

  • Love letter # 129

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    Paul Ransom
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    I am trying very hard not to make it obvious. Failing badly. Something in your eyes, in the music of your voice, sets the horses racing. My blood gallops. Heart like a bass drum. But you’re not like the haughty princesses who know that every man is looking, whose painted smiles merely exacerbate their pretty…