FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 722

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    Paul Ransom
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    It was your kindness. That’s all. No other gifts required. Only that you saw me, and lingered awhile in the pool of my gaze. I did not need your kiss to understand, simply the hint of your smile, and the freely given treasures of your time.     

  • Love letter # 158

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    Paul Ransom
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    I had no idea I would miss you like this. Quietly, deeply. With a palpable wrench. Not painful, per se, but undeniable. At odd moments, scattered, I feel as though I still walk your streets, still hear your language; and I ache to spend another hour on your shore. We did not know each other…

  • Discover Lost Love Letters

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    Recently, a subscriber to this site revealed their own blog of love letters. It reminded me of the inspiration for Free Love Letters. There are many reasons to pen such missives, and it would seem that the author of Lost Love Letters had a similar motivation to mine. Thus, I hereby recommend their site. Link:…

  • Love letter # 179

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    Paul Ransom
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    It is not so present now. This absence of yours. The distance is a buffer. A cloud. It feels more like a dance these days. The present that is now past. The space in everything. Still lit with beauty.  

  • Love letter # 348

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    Paul Ransom
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    With you…welcome, acceptance. Home. At last…seen, heard, believed. In you, I see my soul. The lighthouse. Here, it shines. Here. In the harbour, all oceans are crossed. In the quiet between us, everything is said. Now the distance contains our love. Now the mystery our knowing. There is no need for maps, nor excess confirmation.…

  • Love letter # 94

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    Paul Ransom
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    Now…so far away, I sense you near. Subtle gravity. Absent presence. A part of me still resides with you. Something left behind. Will I ever return to collect it? Or will this paper cut bleed until I am dry? Shall they bury me in the ground of your memory? Today, I cannot say. I walk…

  • Love letter # 441

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    Paul Ransom
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    Come to my arms unarmed. How could I resist such surrender? Wipe clean the histories of ego and disappointment. Melt into your embrace. Into the euphoria of danger. Such irresponsible flight, so far to fall. All these bones for breaking. Now I risk it all for the swoon of such temptation. Here, torched bridges, lighting…

  • It was 20 years ago today…

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    Paul Ransom
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    Remembering the end of a marriage, and the start of something else Rewind. Saturday April 17, 2004. Adelaide, South Australia. Autumn. We wake, as ever, in the long-serving marriage bed. Yet this is no ordinary morning. No time for coffee at our favourite local. Instead, terse finality. I gasp for air. You walk down the…

  • Love letter # 849

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    Paul Ransom
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    At day’s end, I sat with you. There I saw the distance in your eyes. It was ocean I crossed to be here.

  • Love letter # 23

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    You moved through me like a breeze, a flutter. Where none was expected, you brought light. Transient, like everything, yet enough. I was not looking for forever, simply a reminder. This is why.