FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 119

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    How did we contrive to throw it all away? What made us do that? We fought over thumbtacks, we staked silly claims, we did everything in our power to break it up. And we succeeded. Brilliant. We had a wonderful light around us – but somehow we didn’t see it. We were on another planet,…

  • Love letter # 215

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    The moment you put a fence around it…do I have to say? We both know you can’t command love. We both know it won’t be bullied. Love is the remnant child playing, making up worlds. Love is the creator. So don’t keep asking. You don’t have to. What’s given is given. I love you –…

  • Love letter # 141

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    Why would I travel the whole world when the most astonishing beauty is right here? If there is anything better than when you touch me, I have yet to experience it. You are all the riches I could ever dream of. I would give away a mountain of gold to share a simple meal with…

  • Love letter # 115

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    The world rattles, noise outside, busy with itself – but when those bright lights lose their lustre, the rush is just an hour, a pretty, distracting drive by. And try as it might, the clatter cannot cut the thread. There are things that hold us together: the long and lovely narrative, the bittersweet anchor, the…

  • Love letter # 606

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    It’s like I’m someone else. Someone alive. For years I lived in detachment, never really feeling. Now I am the thin skin of an ocean, my public face a meniscus – a taut thread holding back the wonderful overwhelming flood you let loose in me. I never used to cry because nothing mattered enough. Tonight…

  • Love letter # 108

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    Memory has its own geography. These streets we stumbled through, that place we used to meet, the corner where your eyes lit up. And on your doorstep; your tears, my determination. I’m sure I had a reason – but even this familiar grid won’t bring it to mind. It must have been important though; to…

  • Love letter # 245

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    I’m prepared to believe there’s starshine in your eyes – not because there is, but because it makes me high to think so. I get a rush when I think you’re wonderful. My heart is alive when it belts out your name. And then when you touch me… The truth may well be out there,…

  • Love letter # 177

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    Even if it’s an illusion…it still feels good. I still get a shiver when you touch me. And if you decided enough was enough…I don’t wanna think about that. There’s enough ordinary in the world. We should grab whatever amazing we can. Sure there’s a price; but even boring makes you pay. I’ll buy into…

  • Love letter # 192

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    We all bow before the seasons. Every year it’s the same – the particular perfume of beginning, the smell of promise. The scent in the air that night. And you spilling wine on my shirt. Your hand on my chest as I changed. My eyes hungry. Yours too. Him in the other room. You might…

  • Love letter # 184

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    I know we’re all too cool these days to use the ‘L’ word. I mean, commitment is so passé, right? And why limit yourself? Do we say that shit because we’re afraid, or do we really believe in this cruel cult of self, this so called empowerment that’s really just vanity in skinny disguise? Maybe…