FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter to the world

    Love letter to the world

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    Look around. What do you see? People scurrying. Planning, making, doing. Ticking off bucket lists and achieving objectives. Bettering themselves. Head down, bum up in the dense and detailed thicket of living. There is nothing inherently wrong in this. After all, we have such a tiny window of awareness that it makes sense for us…

  • Love letter # 341

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    You are the point of stillness at the centre of everything. You are the silence inside the sound. The empty house to which everything returns. The kingdom after the fall. When the fury of all our doing subsides, we shall be with you. If I lose sight of this when you’re gone, I recall it…

  • Love letter # 429

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    Though my intellect is telling me to detach – to move on, to understand this as just another in a long line of delusions – something in my heart will not let it go. I get that this is all a result of base desires and fundamental character flaws and that the romance of finding…

  • Love letter # 398

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    When I remove the filters and look at things clearly, one question repeats itself in my head and in my heart. When I take stock of your actions – and contrast them with your words – I am left asking: how exactly am I meant to interpret this? When you say that no one else…

  • Love letter # 352

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    If there was a switch that made it easier for me to formulate a rational response to this, I would not be sending you this message. But then there’s your sexy mouth and all the spells that it breathes in my ear – and my hunger for their promise is deeper and stronger than my…

  • Love letter # 444

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    I am writing to you now, from the distance of forever, because from this far off vantage I can see at last. Like so many others I too was the fool of abstraction. I abandoned you for an idea. The myth of our selfish age. For the absurd and dehumanising notion that I could only…

  • For if you will take my hand…

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    We may well be lost. Broken. It may all be pointless. Doomed. This road we stumble down might lead to nowhere. Oblivion. Yet should you choose to walk this way with me…then, my angel, all beauty shall flower for you and I, and we shall take our remaining steps as though carried by the slow…

  • Love letter # 975

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    It’s not just that you have brought something vital and electrifying to my life but rather that your advent – and the fact of my loving you so – has transfigured the whole world. If once I thought it corny, I am now in awe. Today I walk in beauty. Tonight I shall sleep in…

  • Love letter # 338

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    Paul Ransom
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    Looking at your behaviour, (analysing your words, checking out your body language, noting what you seem to prioritise), it occurs to me that you may have it all wrong. I do not love you for your money or your success – am not drawn to your status and apparent power. I care not for your…

  • Love letter # 279

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    Each time I convince myself not to bother – reason one, excuse two, etcetera – you turn me round. Whenever I find myself walking away, you argue me back. Not with pleas or promises but with the irresistible power of your beauty. For though I see and feel all the obstacles stacked up against this,…