FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 472

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    Did I try to change you? I should not have. They were my bruises.

  • Love letter # 622

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    As the sun shines, it goldens the lights in your hair. In the rainfall, dew on your skin, a gaze so softly cast. When the night comes, tender, the scent of touch, and the quiet breath of knowing. Still. With you. Always.

  • Love letter # 504

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    I watched your silken movement. I was blind after that. And when I heard your voice, there was no other sound. Then, with the advent of your touch, there was nothing left to feel. For there was you – and I was remade.

  • Love letter # 792

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    You have populated my dreams, day and night. Last night, you placed your hand upon my knee, and I felt your warmth. It woke me. I turned over to the mirage of your presence, and in the drowsy temple of my senses I could hear your breath, circling in the darkened hush. Walking in the…

  • Love letter # 464

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    Sometimes, your beauty is rupture. Wrenching. It rends the fabric of compromise. You stand within touching distance yet remain untouchable. The lovely details, each one sharpened. I feel them as the severing of hope. Your splendour is the sentence passed. The inexorable chasm between desire and its return. Rather I had not seen you. For…

  • Love letter # 490

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    Did it happen while we weren’t looking…or when we were? Was it our turning away or our insistence? Not that it makes much difference now. Knowing won’t make you love me again. Nor I you. Yet, as I ponder the detritus, I am drawn ever closer to an abrasive conclusion; that we brought down the…

  • Love letter # 379

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    For I have walked the line between light and dark, and dwelled in the house without name. This I did for the love of you. Though I have wandered far from home, and sailed without the promise of harbour, I have journeyed for the succour of your love. I may thirst and hunger still, and…

  • Love letter # 430

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    It is in the bittersweet beauty of autumn that I return. The crisp azure of early afternoon, the honey gold linger of evening, the aromatic chill of dusk. In such air I once stood beside you. Almost touched you. Your dark eyes a fire inside me. Then a blink. Followed by years. The long distance…

  • The angel and her silence

    The angel and her silence

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    It was you that I saw. Amidst the teeming. With its voice brash and colours bright. While the dance was happening. In the vivid swirl of wine and song. If I had arrived alone, for each brushing past I was lonelier still. Filling the space with empty sound. Yet we did not speak, for there…

  • Love letter # 2020

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    This could be the best thing that ever happened to us. We might remember why we love one another.