FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 190

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    Paul Ransom
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    Wasn’t always like this, was it? Used to feel effortless. Natural. We always found a way. Now we get lost. Fight over the map. Go round in circles. Spiral. Could it be we over-reached? Set a bar so high we were bound to stumble? In all likelihood we will never find out. Instead, we will…

  • Love letter # 538

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    Paul Ransom
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    It was not deliberate – but it was careless. There was no cruelty intended – but I was thoughtless. Selfish. If I was confused, unsure, so too was I churlish. Acting out. No matter…the house is now burnt. A storm has raged its way across our home, such that it has become a shell. Walls…

  • Love letter # 674

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    Paul Ransom
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    If I know anything, it is this: I am. But also, miraculously, I know that you know. Upon the brilliance of stars, I swear I could dissolve at the thought of this. Here come the tears. They are the euphoria of letting go. One day I will let it flood. Until then, the only thing…

  • Love letter # 118

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    Paul Ransom
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    It was your kindness that drew me to you. So clear, so simple, stark against the scrawl of everything else. In a world loud with selfish empire, with crude grasping and mean denial, scratched with the arbitrary markings of tribal assertion, it was your gentle gift. Offered without fuss. Untrumpeted. In this ugly squall of…

  • Letter to a first love, long lost

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    Paul Ransom
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    In the cool exhalation of winter, when the first sighs of spring soften the evening, it is still you, walking with me in the slanted sunlight. My body remembers the season and the blossoms recall you with their perfume. At each inhalation, you approach, until I can feel your warmth. Present. Never having left. Years…

  • Love letter # 270

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    Paul Ransom
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    In the soft promise of your arrival, I am gently folding. Later, when the time for your departure nears, I shall yield once more.

  • Love letter # 818

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    Paul Ransom
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    You are the beauty that lingers, long after the moment has passed.

  • A light so bright I can’t see anything else

    A light so bright I can’t see anything else

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    Paul Ransom
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    Visceral…spiritual. Transporting…transformative. Flying…falling…crying…joyous. Dissolving…disassembling. So open…absolutely everything flooding out. Nothing…nothing in the way. Annihilating the restraint of detail. A light so bright I can’t see anything else.

  • Love letter # 91

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    Paul Ransom
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    It can barely be spoken of; words I can hardly say, trembling on my tongue. Waves rising in my breathing, dams bursting in my speech. In this tidal swell I am erased. Made a space. Oh, please don’t fill me, leave me excavated. With your name, half uttered, broken on my lips, you wipe away…

  • Love letter # 799

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    Paul Ransom
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    Subtle. Inescapable. This feeling that lives with me. My companion. Tracing my steps, following my line of sight. Moving to the rhythm of my breath. The me that isn’t me, yet is infused. Sweetness of my aching. Flavour of the space between – which vanishes at the speed of sensing. Oh you…nowhere, everywhere. All at…