FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • 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…

  • Love letter # 280

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    Paul Ransom
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    How did I not notice the signs? The signs that I wanted so desperately to see. How was it that I pushed you so hard for exactly what it was you were already giving me? Because I did not believe. It was not that you lied (which you did often), it was that my need…

  • Love letter # 136

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    Paul Ransom
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    There is a door inside me that opens onto a world we once shared, with its secret geography and private jukebox. This street. Its bars, its late night revels, its kissing in public – and those records – our lovers’ soundtrack still playing. All of it so alive. Still visceral beneath the eggshell skin of…

  • Love letter # 173

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    Paul Ransom
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    Ah, the lottery of DNA. Upon some are bestowed all the natural graces, from others they are withheld. Some are effortlessly lovely, others toil at approximation. Of the two of us, we both know who is who. So please – do not walk that way – do not look like that. For yours is the…

  • Love letter # 303

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    You are the golden light. I am simply shined upon. You are the mist in the morning. I am the hill that you swathe. You are the rain falling warmly. I am the river you made. And we are the sea and the sky, and the earth and the stars and all time.

  • Love letter # 262

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    Paul Ransom
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    I count my blessings – my liberty, my lightness – all here because you turned away – and I looked inward. And there I found the true source of love, radiating outwards. The ecstasy of love is in its outflow. Its channelling. Its being. I am love because you turned aside.

  • Love letter # 249

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    Paul Ransom
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    Today I saw something amazing. Something I never thought I’d see again. Something in you. The smoke in your eyes. The yearning. Setting off a trigger in me.

  • Love letter # 276

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    Paul Ransom
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    How easily the bluff and bravado of man is undone by the scent of flowers. Flowers on your skin. Petals on your dress. The bloom you send through me. Even all my treasures I would give for this. Even all my fear. For the flower of your sweetness all the masks are shattered. All the…

  • Love letter # 216

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    I fought the idea for ages; did not want it to occur. Knew it would change everything. I had almost talked myself out of it. Almost. It only took the smallest breach, the merest taste. A flood is sometimes held back by thought alone. The difference between then and now is an idea – is…

  • Love letter # 176

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    Paul Ransom
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    In the warmth I can smell you on my skin. In the cold I can feel your breath. When it’s dark I can see your stars, and in the daylight I bask in your life affirming light. You are in the expanse, and in the smallness. You are in the dance, and in the quietness.…