FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 296

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    Paul Ransom
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    I am not a linear narrative, nor a hero on a journey. I am simply living. Messily and haphazardly. I am neither a robot of destiny, nor an avatar of God. I am but human. Flesh and genes. An example of passion and folly – but with an eye for something called beauty. And even…

  • Love letter # 156

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    Paul Ransom
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    When I was young I dreamt of you. I imagined things that made me shiver. Whenever I sat next to you, so close to touching you, I was riven with a desire I knew I could not act on. Your cool exterior. Your haughty distance. This is the very image of beauty I have carried…

  • Love letter # 222

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    Paul Ransom
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    The ever moving stream. The ceaseless churn of cycles. The great and silent wheel of everything. This is what we share. We are but the name of the eternal. The splendid details. Flowers in an endless sea of beauty. And as they sway, so shall we. Just as we are close, so shall we be…

  • Love letter # 264

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    Paul Ransom
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    The way you looked last night – in the evening light – in that lovely dress – it forced me to confess. I think about you all the time, and I wonder if we will ever, ever be. I am wracked with reservation, (having heard your stories of bad men and broken hope), but this…

  • Love letter # 205

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    Paul Ransom
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    Desire, love, connection – call it what you will – it appears to happen by some magical process. The sight of you has sent the signals rocketing through my system; that warm, enveloping tide of hormones and recognition. The physical crush in my chest. The gravitational force that urges me to touch you whenever I…

  • Love letter # 134

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    Paul Ransom
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    Ah, summer dresses. Whoever designed them must have had my particular surrender in mind, so precisely am I unpicked by the scent of skin and sway. By what is hidden and what is shown. By the beautiful way you move. I cannot look at you in that dress and be unmoved. Cannot look you in…

  • Love letter # 242

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    Paul Ransom
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    In the end, I will leave with exactly what I came with; so I would like to spend some of that journey with you. It would make things brighter. There would be skin. And weakness. And splendour. And all other catechisms of purpose. Yet, perhaps there is something quieter, something beneath the mighty clamour, which…

  • Love letter # 356

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    Paul Ransom
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    Why? Because it feels so good to care. Because I am a fire when I love you. When I am most animal, I am most angel. To wrap my arms around you in the sweet quiet of the night is to seek an audience with the light. Because when I love you this way, everything…

  • Love letter # 289

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    Paul Ransom
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    Joy and sorrow are the twin lodgers of my two roomed heart. They are the on and the off – the song and silence. They moved in when you did. They are both the light of your nearness and the shadow that it casts. The promise that you bring and the love that you withhold.…

  • Love letter # 240

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    Paul Ransom
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    I confess – I set out to be cruel to you today. I wanted to punish you for my hurt. But I couldn’t. I saw you and that warm, resilient flower inside me opened up, like the sun returning after winter. I wanted to push you away but something stronger kicked in. An elemental force.…