FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 301

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    I thought you might like this. I tried to write you a beautiful love letter but nothing came. No stupid angels. No overblown mush. You’re a bloody legend, mate. Thanks for putting up with me.

  • Love letter # 82

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    If ever I have cause to doubt – and God knows I do – I only have to hear your voice. Why is it that the mere fact of your calling erases all pretence? I like to think I have resistance. But no. One minute of you, and a veritable river of light runs through…

  • Love letter # 102

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    I thought I was the king of everything. Now I know I am nothing. The castle I constructed has weathered to a stack of old stones. Now I am poor and free. I wanted what could never be given – and in that wanting’s honour I served dreadful masters. Grasping. Jealous. Vengeful. My various masks…

  • Love letter # 35

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    Is it not true that those who live in the sky long for the ground? It could just be that I want you because you say no – because you are elsewhere. But could it not also be your beauty; bursting like bullets through walls? Is that not the real reason? For your eyes, they…

  • 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.…