FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • 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.

  • 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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    Paul Ransom
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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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    Paul Ransom
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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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    Paul Ransom
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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…