FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 112

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    Paul Ransom
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    Something has been re-arranged. The stars aren’t quite where they used to be. The order of things subtly shuffled. My easy control loosened. Like I’m lifted up; a feather on the breath of your favour. A knot has formed inside me – undone by your outstretched hand. Tied anew by your retreat. I want to…

  • Love letter # 295

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    Paul Ransom
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    You were the love of my sadness, and we were the lachrymose twins. How my sorrow loved you; sought you out in the throng. I saw your black star shining – jewel in the darkness. We fashioned beautiful little tears by its stark, dark light. It was like a dream. But then I divorced the…

  • Love letter # 191

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    Paul Ransom
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    You were my vespertine angel, my melancholy queen, and I was your lone hero, fighting the darkness on your behalf. But in the end the night still fell; and before the morning came, I had lost you to the shadows. Now the moon is my companion, and the sun is the cruellest of eyes. When…

  • Love letter # 147

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    Paul Ransom
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    Everything you heard is true. I did say those things. I was hoping to convince myself. I failed. In my pain I tried to hate you, to spill my guts like a shield. Easier to rage than to cry; to clothe my nakedness in lies. When the love I had could no longer be shared…

  • 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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    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,…