FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 627

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    Paul Ransom
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    You whispered your secrets in another language, yet still I heard. I replied in my own fumbling tongue, yet you seemed to know. Even now, distant, your quiet murmurs echo in my heart. We may be apart, but still we move in time.

  • Love letter # 193

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    Paul Ransom
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    God, I was so full of desire. Truly, I did not know what for. I thought it was for you. And then it went. But not before you. For what seemed like an eternity – yet was a blink – I poured it all into the space you vacated. It did not fill. Still, it…

  • Love letter # 602

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    Paul Ransom
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    We all love. At least until we are broken. All of us give and, in turn, will be forsaken. We each have wounds, and leave our scars on others. You and I were no different. Ordinary angels. Fallen once more. Across the beautiful brutality of time, with futile longing, I sense your impossible distance. And…

  • Unnumbered

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    Paul Ransom
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    Yes, even as the first letters emerge, this missive is redundant. A reduction. Language, a fraction. Unnecessary. Yet, these tools, inadequate, are what I have. For there is a voice, and it wishes to speak. Not so as to be heard, rather to feel what is being said. To be the channel. Bear witness. Here,…

  • 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…