FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • And The Angels Love The Broken Best Of All

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    Paul Ransom
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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.…

  • Love letter # 42

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    Now that I have woken up it is abundantly clear that you are using me. However, before you yell out in protest please note that I am not bothered by this. I have no wish to cast stones. We are all sinners, one way or another – and I am yet to meet a single…

  • Love letter # 98

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    Paul Ransom
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    I confess: there are days when I wish I had never opened the door to you. These are the days when I miss you so much I ache all over – the days when all the distractions do nothing to take my thoughts away. Days like today. But mostly, I thank the stars I once…

  • Love letter … 0

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    Paul Ransom
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    Nothing lasts. Not these walls. Not these things that fill my house. Not the victories I think I’ve won. Even the wonder of spring. Even the stars. Maybe even time itself. Only my love for you. Everything breaks; most notably my heart – which seems, at any moment, ready to burst into flames. Everything stops.…

  • Love letter # 52

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    Paul Ransom
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    So this is where I find myself – hoping you won’t be there. It’s not that I don’t want to see you, it’s just that I can’t bear it. I can’t sit politely, pretending you’re just anybody. My heart will not make do with scraps. And you’re so awkward these days, trying so hard not…

  • Love letter # 75

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    This won’t be much of a love letter. My words are fast turning to sound. Just as the smallness of sky becomes the vastness of space, so too this light inside me. So too this beauty you made. Now it will not be contained in a sentence. Now it is shining. In my head, the…

  • Love letter # 68

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    Paul Ransom
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    We are not here forever. We are like the rush that is over as soon as it starts. It may even be that we vanish without trace, our passing unnoticed, our glories unremembered. Yet what little I am given…I will gladly share with you. All these kingdoms we have wrenched from the dust, they will…