FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • 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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    Paul Ransom
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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…

  • Love letter # 334

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    He sits waiting by the window at his favourite café, looking at his watch. She keeps her phone by her side, wondering when it will ring; startling at anything that sounds remotely like it might be him on the line. Now they both know what most of us come to know – the longing that…

  • Love letter # 368

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    Paul Ransom
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    Once we had that classic thing; you and me against the world. Sure, it was a delusion but at the time it was the most powerful and wonderful thing. I felt as though somebody, at last, got me. Together we were everything. Now, when I look back, I am tempted to see the ashes of…

  • Love letter # 373

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    Paul Ransom
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    This is for all of us – the great unremembered. The ones who shall end in dust. In this universe of time we are but sub-atomic flickers. In the crush of history, we are the buried empires – the nameless bones – the unrecorded particulars. Less than forgotten. Barely distinguishable from the great nothing. And…

  • Love letter # 274

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    Paul Ransom
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    I may chance upon a million or more brilliant stars in heaven, yet no brighter light have I seen but you.

  • Love letter # 340

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    Paul Ransom
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    When I loved you in the absence of detail there was only love; and in this way I held you in my arms and looked into your eyes and saw that I was not alone. Thank you.