FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • 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…

  • Love letter # 101

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    How could I have known that my ten o’clock would turn out to be you. I had no defences deployed – no armour against eyes. Nothing could have prepared me for your gorgeous mouth, the curve of your shoulders, the hint of freshly showered skin. Now I’m butterflies. Or perhaps I’m just an overly optimistic…

  • Love letter # 38

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    Before you were someone else’s wife, before I was a ruin, we were children. You are a distant angel, carved out of memory. It seems impossible that you are now only half an hour away – that you will be seated across from me. I will walk in that door, I will spot you, you…

  • Love letter # 7

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    …and in a blinding, beautiful flash – you. You have changed me. Perhaps you did not mean to – but you have. Not that I was bad before – just a fool who knew nothing. Now at least I am a fool who knows you. Everything is clear now – if a little raw. The…

  • Love letter # 5

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    The afternoon light at this time of year – it is the colour of your splendour. Like rattling up the hill in the old train, waiting outside for your flatmate to leave. Sneaking in. Springtime on the back porch. You right there. Me scarcely able to believe it. Every year the flowers make me sneeze.…