FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 419

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    Paul Ransom
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    Your beauty is such that it hurts. Golden. Unattainable. An almost perfect sheen. And mine is the rapture of the broken in awe. The swoon of the hesitant. Beauty, often as not, seeks damage – and damage finds solace in beauty. We always want the opposite of what we have. Opposites attract. Like magnets. Electrons…

  • Love letter # 297

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    Paul Ransom
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    Tonight your light is of such a wondrous quality that, in the fire of its glow, I would gladly yield to the greater darkness. Your song so lovely I could fold into the oceanic silence. Here your gifts are so overwhelming that I could give them all to the void. In this moment beside you…

  • Love letter # 286

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    Paul Ransom
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    It was to your song that I danced. It was for your dance that I played. Into your deserts I went thirsty. Into your night – so bright. Along your wild roads. To the beauty of your door. That I might be beside you. And you beside me. In harmony.

  • Love letter # 321

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    Paul Ransom
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    I recognised you in the gaps – the tiny spaces left between busyness, bubbliness and booze. Your dark heart, shining like a beautiful star. The one who yearns, who dips and soars, who wants something more. I saw her in the silences, in the way her eyes sometimes pierced the innumerable distances. Lonely, wondering, full…

  • Love letter # 362

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    Paul Ransom
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    Baby, you’re a silver dream. Better than a dream machine. You’re the sky in summertime. I love the way your bright light shines. I’m moving to your snaking beat. Sweating in your silken heat. You get the picture, right? No further revealing required? What’s clear is the way I feel – and what I want…

  • Love letter # 371

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    Paul Ransom
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    It’s the playful glint in your eye. The smirking raised brow. The smile that seems to know pleasurable secrets. These and other things. Like the velvet of your skin. Its downy feathers. Those plush and fruitful lips of yours. Even the way you walk. To me these are like treasures. Better still, the ecstasy of…

  • Love letter # 459

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    Paul Ransom
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    A song came on the radio today. Not one I hear that often – but one that still sings of our time together. While it played – and for a few minutes afterwards – I was in love with you all over again. All I could hear was your husky laugh. Taste your mouth. Feel…

  • Love letter # 336

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    Paul Ransom
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    There was a place in time where the light shone bright and brief for you and I. Today it illuminates our memory. Now we stand looking across the line of our separate lives. Two strands, fluttering near in the chance of a breeze. How much has changed – yet what remains! A thing so pure…

  • Love letter # 491

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    Paul Ransom
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    It is time that keeps us apart. Or more precisely, years. My age, your youth. My yesterdays, your boundless tomorrows. It is the heedless, evolutionary logic of mortality which shall shut me out from the dazzle your love – which has closed your eyes to the lustre of mine. For I am no mere dreamer;…

  • Love letter # 269

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    Paul Ransom
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    Tonight I saw forever in your eyes. How calm and magnificent it was. How small we seemed beside it. Yet, safe in its embrace. For in its vast and quiet splendour there are no greedy details. Only love. Shining like the beauty in you.