FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 416

    Love letter # 416

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    Paul Ransom
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    Hello there. In case you’re wondering, we already know one another by sight. We go the same beach in the evenings, especially at this time of year. I’m the guy who sits on the sand and gazes out across the bay. Your dog often comes up to say hi. And then you walk by and…

  • Love letter # 664

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    Paul Ransom
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    The look in your eyes tells me everything I need to know. Your lips communicate, with soft pressure, the core truth. There is no call for a label. For a flag or an ism. For a placard or an ‘identity’. We are in not in need of causes and walls and us‘n’them markers. There is…

  • Love letter # 415

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    Paul Ransom
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    So the fantasy is no longer viable. The ideal ‘us’ revealed as a construction; mostly of lust and other longings. It kept us going for years. Until recently. Now its lustre has cracked to texture, its flame dwindled to flint. Yet what if, in waking, we discovered something more potent than hormonal dreams and daily…

  • Love letter # 369

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    Paul Ransom
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    Please do not be fooled by my hesitation, or by any apparent coolness. I do like you. Actually, a little bit more than like you. It’s just that, until now, I have stopped short of obvious display; preferring the safety of hints. It’s not that I don’t want you to know, it’s that I don’t…

  • Love letter # 768

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    Paul Ransom
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    I saw you before your eyes sought me out, heard your song before you said my name. I saw you in the sea before there was an island. I sensed the onset long before the rain. The signs of you were clear before you spelled it out. You had reached across the space between us…

  • Love letter # 410

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    Paul Ransom
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    I am writing to thank you; but also to apologise. The latter is because I am breaking my silence, the former is because you give me the only reason to do so. The bare truth of the matter is that our brief exchanges – your smiles, those hugs you give me, the touches – remind…

  • Our love took place in silence

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    Paul Ransom
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    Our love took place in silence, beneath the veil of uttering, in rooms unfurnished. It did not feed on the touch of skin, nor brightly burn with the fire of clutching mouths. It did not bloom as flowers, it did not wear the ring. There was no need of song, for we danced between the…

  • Love letter # 442

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    Paul Ransom
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    For you I need look no further. You are in my blood, electricity in my fibres. You are made of the same sinew, and in the subsoil of my being you have grown to fruition. When I am dancing, you are the animator. When I sing of love it is with your voice. When it…

  • Love letter # 358

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    Paul Ransom
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    I love you because, in regarding you, I behold the possibility of myself and, more than ever, I find the prospect wonderful. Thank you.

  • Love letter # 691

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    Paul Ransom
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    I was the starving till you grew. I was the drifter, then you called. But I had an anchor, while you had wings. Now we’re on a journey home, – to the sea where islands meet and sleep. And there we will find we have everything…because nothing at all is everything.