FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 263

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    Paul Ransom
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    Done my best not to notice you. Failed. I want to be immune. Impervious. In control. Am not. What will happen to desire when it requires action?

  • Love letter # 225

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    …And in the evening, when you are like the beauty of the dusk, I walk in your pale glory and lift up mine eyes to you. There I see the wonder; and am overflowing. At the sign of your arrival, and at the sound of your breathing…there I feel the tides arising; as though you…

  • Love letter # 291

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    Paul Ransom
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    The wellspring of my fortitude is the river of my pain; and the light that I see by is the maker of my deepest shadows. It is you – my dawn and my night. And your blessed kiss. My succour and my suffering. When we love we open, the gates to the vast and contrary…

  • Love letter # 239

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    This is what I don’t get. You smile, you let me touch you, you even hold my hand. Damn it you even seem to care. Then I open the way for you, show you I’m responsive, ready to take a risk for you and…you shut down. That’s fine – you’re allowed to. You have to…

  • Love letter # 132

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    Sitting next to you tonight it hit me. You just tolerate it. That thing I took for your liking me was just you putting up with me. I saw it in your eyes. Please don’t look at me that way – that’s what they said. I may be a fool but I am not stupid.…

  • Love letter 211

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    I’m sitting next to you – typing this – and I’m on fire. But nobody would know. Not even you. I would love to get you alone, but the crowds make that unlikely. Perhaps later; though probably not. Desire is an easy secret to keep from others, but not from yourself. There is never any…

  • Love letter # 300

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    Just say. Don’t test me with signs or whatever you think they are. Say yes or no. Make it plain. I was never a genius before I knew you – why would loving you make me any smarter? I’m scouring you for clues – waxing between near certainty and crestfallen flatness. You touch me, you…

  • Love letter # 285

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    I’ve been trying to hide it – but your proximity opens up the cracks in my shield of uncaring. And now, even when you’re not around, I think of you – dream up scenarios. It’s your long black hair, your gorgeous smile, the way you let your hand rest on my knee. That and my…

  • Love letter # 178

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    Paul Ransom
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    You and me speak a language no one else does – although I’m sure everyone understands. It is the secret tongue of lovers. We whisper it at night. You breathe it in into me and I sigh in return. And you know exactly what I mean.

  • Love letter # 203

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    Paul Ransom
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    Today I have chosen to forget you – or at least to appear as though I have. No mention of your name, though I hear your voice inside me. No inkling of a tear, though the river runs firm and strong in my veins. I ache to burst the meniscus of my silence, yet stay…