FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 71

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    At this distance, what I once was blind to is now obvious to me. Your tenderness. Your forgiveness. Your wonderful laughter. The way you blushed after a few drinks. Your kissing me when I least deserved it. I carry little jewels with me always. The memory of sleeping in your embrace. The look in your…

  • Love letter # 48

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    That space I said I wanted – it turned out to be emptiness. And what was it that I saw in that so-called freedom I insisted upon? Oh yeah, that was it: green grass. More like astro-turf. Synthetic. Nothing like real. So yeah, I trawled the bars, a dog sniffing out novelty. But I couldn’t…

  • Love letter # 208

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    There is a space beside me. It’s where I want you to be. Am I being impatient? Would it be better if I kept my wishes secret – or at least wordless? Shall I continue to subsist on half delivered promises? Forgive me, but I cannot. I will not. I would like to fly, not…

  • Love letter # 93

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    Why am I still hungry? Because I am not satisfied. And why am I not satisfied? Because I am starving. If I could live with the love you gave rather than pine for the love I dream of taking – then I would be bathed in light right now. This black night – it is…

  • Love letter # 80

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    From up above it is easy to see how small we are; and when I am ‘up’ here my ongoing folly is all too clear. From this vantage point I can laugh at myself. I can breathe. I have read the books, imbibed the theories and come to accept that desire is a source of…

  • Love letter # 199

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    You used to seem like the sunshine, like the light pouring in. You were girl the song was about. You were the one. I used to count down the hours, set the very time by you. I was the fool who knew the sacred sea. I was very nearly the one. We were nearly perfect.…

  • And The Angels Love The Broken Best Of All

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    I do not know whose story this is. It could be mine. It could belong to us all. Maybe there is a sublime universal screenplay, and we are all acting from it, adding our little bits, yet never changing a thing. Maybe everything is written. Doesn’t feel like it though. There are times when the…

  • Nothing That A Fire

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    When I first met you – you were so bright I had to shield my eyes. I’d like to say you were blinding, except I was already blind. I only learnt to see in order to look at you. I knew it was mad – but I was mad enough to want it. In the…

  • Song For The Unknown

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    I don’t really know who you are – but I can imagine. I’ve been noticing you, taking note of the little things, piecing you together bit by bit. I stand near you some days just so I can smell you – just so I can breathe with you. And when your eyes pick me out…

  • Love letter # 58

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    This may have to be the end. I don’t know that I have the strength to sit next to you and listen to you talk about other men. I understand that I’m being petty and jealous, that I have absolutely no claim over you…but I cannot stand it. We had a great time last night.…