FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 278

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    Paul Ransom
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    As though no time had passed; only us getting older. That awesome light. The very form of you. That golden thread. My heart in full flood. The raindrop returning to its home in the sea. You beside me. Now I see how truly unimportant everything else was. Is. Just to be near you. To know…

  • Love letter # 448

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    Love is like a carpark sometimes. Y’know, circling round, looking for somewhere to pull in. Hoping someone might let you in. There’s a distinctly numeric quality to it; something banal and utilitarian when viewed through a certain prism. Especially for those of us not blessed with the beauty, wealth or status aphrodisiac. Into this category…

  • Love letter # 475

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    Overwhelmed, almost crushed, by the sheer breathtaking beauty of things. The salty air. Damp earth. The warmth of your arms around me. Again I am halted, paused in thankful reflection – grateful to whatever gods, angels or blind mechanical confluences brought me to this viewpoint. From here, through the tiny portal of my consciousness, I…

  • Love letter # 283

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    To this day I remain astonished at your choosing of me. Grateful for the shine in your smile. Amazed by your continued nearness. Whenever I stop to behold it, I am afloat on the sea of your beauty. Lifted up by the advent of your light. I swoon to your song and, in such musical…

  • Love letter # 402

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    Paul Ransom
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    Was this how it was? When we were together they could never hurt us. In our world there was no language – simply recognition. The song that played deep inside your heart was singing its heart out in mine. Was that it – or did I make it up? Now I’ll never know. Just believe.…

  • Love letter # 335

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    Paul Ransom
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    It was through your beauty that I fell upon these things. On pleasant rambles unearthed. Dug from dark marrow and plucked into light. Always there, yet now known to language. These twin axes – the poles around which my life has danced – I have no more words to deny them. Eternity and mortality. All…

  • Love letter # 595

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    I woke up with my heart in pieces this morning – for in my dream I was by your side, and you were like the angel I had always imagined. The girl who melted everything. Yet you and I both know that in this more solid world such hazy visions do not withstand the force…

  • Love letter # 414

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    Paul Ransom
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    Forgive me – for I have been the fool of beauty. It has unwound me. Stripped me back. So much so that I wonder at its power. What is this perfection of form, this ideal, that it so dissolves the structures of reason? How can a way of seeing, a kind of knowing, make so…

  • Love letter # 401

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    This is your time of year; the soft and quiet settling of winter. In your boots and scarves. Your alabaster skin in the pale and watery light. Dark eyes shining out of the mist. Warm breath foggy as you stand beside me. The promise of a hearth inside you. The welcoming crackle of your smile.…

  • Love letter # 265

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    Paul Ransom
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    What was once a wind whipped, steely chill is now the softly folding mist. Hard edges turned to comfortable blur. The colour of memory wistful and lovely. Sad howl rendered mellow song. They say ‘tis nothing more than time, but I feel it is not so; for in this gentle distance circles the thankful breath…