FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 213

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    Some distances melt away – with song, with years, with chance. Like when I thought I saw you in a corner. The one you made your own. When we were we. However, this is no sad missive, for I was breathless with joy when I briefly believed it was you. Memory is an unreliable witness,…

  • Love letter # 146

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    Paul Ransom
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    This may surprise you. I wanted to. Ached to do so. But I just couldn’t. Didn’t. Too many barely healed wounds. The heaviness of history. Net result: I was rooted to the spot. Not able to form the words, nor make the move. Easier to walk away and have you wonder what planet I’m on.…

  • Love letter # 204

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    Because I was hurt, I tried to hurt you. Because my pride was punctured, I tried to shoot holes in yours. I sought respite from my pain in anger, and an answer to all my tormenting questions in the vicious conspiracy of hindsight. Yet in the end, all these things simply added up to the…

  • Love letter # 241

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    It’s the things you don’t prepare for that get through. That picture of you popping up on my slideshow. You reading the card I gave you, wearing the scarf I bought you. How could I have known that I would never hold you again? I believed we were closer than ever on that day. I…

  • Love letter # 157

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    Today I looked at you with brand new eyes. Had I not truly seen you before, or have you changed? Perhaps the answer to this is academic – because all I know for sure is that when I saw you today I was unexpectedly breathless. Sometimes, it is not the first impression that counts, but…

  • Love letter # 263

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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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    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.…