FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 120

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    Paul Ransom
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    It is not simply because you are 800 miles away that I miss you. Without you near I find I am trapped inside my thoughts, my own awful, wordy conceits. Leave the ego alone and it will vainly consume the day, leaving only an ache for the night. When I can reach out and touch…

  • Love letter # 312

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    Paul Ransom
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    It was one of the Bronte sisters: While I loved, and while I was loved, what an existence I enjoyed! What a glorious year I can recall… That’s how I feel. Every spring is that spring. Every pretty girl is you in that dress – the sun shining through it, your body a magical silhouette.…

  • Love letter # 235

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    Paul Ransom
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    What if you find this? Suppose this is really happening…note left on a napkin. You pick it up. You look around. But I’m gone; and you know who I am. This isn’t about me, though – it’s about you. How beautiful you are. The way you shine. I know you smile for everyone, but I…

  • Love letter # 106

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    Paul Ransom
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    Hunger undresses everyone. Desire is a great leveller. Even the Gods have knelt for a kiss. As I do now. Your eyes, your mouth, the scent of your skin, your hair falling that way, catching the light. These are the things that undo me. My civilisation, the clever words I protect myself with, my damn…

  • Love letter # 139

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    Paul Ransom
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    Today of all days. I should have known better; but I turned over that page and there you were. Sudden brightness. Like a massive tide – and me floating. And everything. Absolutely everything. Until there was the light alone. And a silence like resting. And all because you let me love you.

  • Love letter # 180

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    Paul Ransom
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    In the silence it’s all too obvious. There’s only noise between us and the quiet. And all these little scrawls that make letters, that turn themselves into words, they are nought but scratching. Yet still we keep saying I love you. Still we keep making those sounds. We may know it’s folly, just some invention,…

  • Love letter # 149

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    Paul Ransom
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    I remember the flickering light, the bass drum deep and physical, the whites of your eyes, the way your hips moved – the promise of their exhausted, sweating sex. We felt so cool then; so hot, so untouchable. Now we watch TV and worry about the kids. Life turns. The tracks play out, the lights…

  • Love letter # 130

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    Paul Ransom
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    There was a time when I looked to the sky for fireworks. Now I look at you. You are where the stars burst. This is how my nights are coloured. The angels can stop their singing, the bells cease ringing – you are here beside me, where even oceans come to heel. If I once…

  • Love letter # 197

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    Paul Ransom
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    I know I hurt you. Even if I didn’t mean to. Things happened and…you know what happened next. I’m sorry for the mess I made, for my carelessness. And my cruel tongue. For taking some of it out on you. You ended up paying for things that weren’t yours. But it cost me too; if…

  • Love letter # 109

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    Paul Ransom
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    You of the light, shine beautifully on me. By the light of you – I am shot through. I am made of the stars you burn. And we are but vapour together.