FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 57

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    When you’re around, there is no one else. It’s like a hot wire, and my spine is on fire. Forgive the corny rhyme…but at least now you know you’re driving me wild. That’s gotta feel good. Sure does from my end. If you want the sensible explanation, it’s like rediscovering the real beneath all the…

  • Love letter # 62

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    Someone asked me what it was like and all I could think to say was: We slept in the sky. I know every lover thinks so, but that doesn’t make the shine any less. Our adventures were ordinary but they were wonderful. We drank; we sang along, we made love outside. We stalked the wee…

  • Love letter # 99

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    My friends think I’m mad. Really, I’m just stripped. All the bullshit layers have been blasted away. All the smug, self satisfied, posturing has been shown to be a lie. My so called strength – it was just the bravado of weakness. There was a castle wall; it is now rubble. When you looked at…

  • Love letter # 9

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    Someone lit a match, brought a flame to life. Was it you? Tell me how to interpret this, for I have lost my reason. It vanished in your proximity. Those eyes, that mouth. The curve of you. God, I can still smell you – I stole these atoms from your breath and scurried off. And…

  • Love letter # 1

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    Paul Ransom
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    You won’t read this so I won’t lie. This is love without hooks, without points of order. But what becomes of love when it’s dammed? Does it pour through cracks? Does it threaten sudden inundation? I can answer only by saying that the secret unleashing of floods is a euphoric liberation. It is the beauty…

  • Love letter # 77

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    Because of you – all of this. I know – ridiculous. I shudder when I hear myself think it but here I am saying it out loud. All for you. Previous reasons – they were vanity. Ego seeking itself. Now that I love you the whole world is transformed – and beauty is the temple…

  • Love letter # 49

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    If only you could feel the fire – then you would know – and I wouldn’t need these tepid stand-ins, these words that say nothing. I have no langauge for these tides. This ocean will not fit into a cup. I would fumble. You would run. I would seem mad. You would seem cruel. Fear…

  • Love letter # 15

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    It started with a fire. A fire in my heart. And all my smart tricks turned to ash. I thought I was the king of everything – and then there was you – beautiful, beautiful angel. And now I am breathless. Now I am a feather on the breeze. Now I am the dancer –…

  • Love letter # 21

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    Heaven is made up of ordinary treasures – like your breathing as you sleep next to me – like the scent of you in the darkness. You are the one. This must be what miracles are – under this roof with you. I feel the warmth of your skin – your nearness like opium. I…

  • Love letter # 2

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    I saw you today – and I know you saw me. Your eyes gave you away. I saw your shoulders turn to rock. I felt the blade of your contempt. I did not hide from it. If you want your measure of blood, let me tell you … this floor is scarlet. I am not…