FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 790

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    It’s crazy how joyful I’ve become, how light I seem to be. A previously unrecognised weight has been lifted. Some days I float, and the air seems to pass right through me, as though I were at one with the world. It’s been this way since I met you, and I wonder now by what…

  • Love letter # 454

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    Paul Ransom
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    So now I kneel before hunger. Now I fly. Thrown from the ledge. Soon I will knock on your door. Then there will be a holding of breath. I will feel myself falling. It will seem like light. In that moment, I will know at last the hunger before kneeling.     

  • Love letter # 92

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    It lives in my body. The space. Not as pain or weight, but as gentle vacuum. And only when I look at it. Like now. Feeling you near and far. The sound of your name as I breathe it. Whispers in a half understood language. Tears of joy and sorrow. Swoon of separation. Writing these…

  • Love letter # 375

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    We held our breath, turned away for a moment, and the space opened out. Like resignation. A distance calibrated with wisdom, but billed in longing. For here we are…safe, cocooned, recovered. No more rushing of blood. No more blinding light. Yet, when I step out the door I still hope to find you there. I…

  • Love letter # 722

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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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    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…