FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 742

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    Paul Ransom
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    The evening was soft. As you once sighed. The pop songs played, the voices grew loud, the drinks flowed. Meanwhile, the air…somehow redolent of you. A tactile transportation. Under the cover of noise, I slipped away. To be with you again. Alone.

  • Love letter # 12

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    Paul Ransom
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    Anywhere. Anytime. In any language. For any reason. Without caveat. That is all. Nothing else.

  • Love letter # 127

    Love letter # 127

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    Paul Ransom
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    In the blue room, I fell for you. In the blue room, you lifted me up.

  • Love letter # 869

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    Paul Ransom
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    Tonight…your embrace…the voluptuous song, the dance that nears delirium. I move in your permission, grateful traveller. I trace my nomad fortune on your skin. You breathe to let me in. Far from where I have come, I return. Home with you.   

  • Love letter # 284

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    Paul Ransom
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    It is one thing to imagine, another to be here beside you. Reminiscence may be sweet, wistful, but presence is powerful. I blink, rub my eyes, just to make sure it is so. Yes. Now you are all around me, as though I never left.

  • Love letter # 103

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    Paul Ransom
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    Two days ago, everything was in its place. Yesterday, there was a storm, and everything got smashed. Today, sea and sky are calm, as though wind and rain never happened. The world turns. Hours tick by. People go about their business. We are nothing. Was any of it real, or did the dream simply crumple…

  • Love letter # 1007

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    Paul Ransom
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    Arrange a coincidence. Some scene. We meet by chance. Even the light is right. Time shrinks to now. Us. Perhaps this is it. The becalmed seconds of recognition. The rest, our numerous fictions, our practise of denial. So I will say only this…let us stand awhile in the sunlight and, for a warm, slow minute,…

  • Love letter # 684

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    Paul Ransom
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    I want to go to the blue horizon with you. There is no place I would rather be, nor anyone I would rather be there with.  

  • Why I choose to love

    Why I choose to love

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    Paul Ransom
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    Perhaps it is selfish to speak of love. I give so as to get, etcetera; a transaction of tenderness, an economy of vulnerability. I make my bargain with pain in order to receive the benefits of joy. I am prepared to accept this possibility. Self-interest is pursued in many ways, often to the detriment of…

  • Love letter # 735

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    Paul Ransom
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    I still see you, though I no longer look at you. You might whisper, yet I would hear you a thousand miles off. Even though time is shifting like sand, the trace of you remains, such that I still walk beside you. Into the immeasurable distance, where everything dwells.