FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 249

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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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    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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    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.…

  • Love letter # 267

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    I was so lucky to know you, let alone be anywhere near you. You showed me things I never even dreamt of – dances I never imagined. There are things in my life now – ideas, ways of being, feelings – that never existed before your beautiful eyes set fire to my complacency. In your…

  • Love letter # 237

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    I should leave now. I have started to imagine you using your body in that way – how you would move. Sound. Sigh. This places me in an untenable position. I can barely bring myself to look at you, let alone carry on conversation.

  • Love letter # 126

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    I thought I had it boxed. Funny how the slightest touch can bring the whole castle crashing. You only had to smile.

  • Love letter # 172

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    In the autumn of your ardour I am already starving. The tide has turned. Inexorable momentum. And today – your scalpel tongue. Almost vivisecting. Leaving a bruise. Things are different now. The space between us has changed. Light has become the memory of light. And we cannot change each other back. We’re here now. What…

  • Love letter # 123

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    When it ends, as I know now that it must, I will not fight. Not because I have no strength but because love is not a victory – no matter how great the ache of its loss. Saddened though I am by the dimming of the light, no amount of protest will prevent the coming…

  • Love letter # 162

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    What did I do before you? I don’t know. What on earth was I filling my time with? Just stuff, it seems. Distractions. Noise. I thought I was so smart, so cool, so together. It was all vanity. Not worthless entirely – but nothing like now. I knew, on the night we kissed, exactly what…