FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Amorous

  • Love letter # 235

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    Paul Ransom
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    What if you find this? Suppose this is really happening…note left on a napkin. You pick it up. You look around. But I’m gone; and you know who I am. This isn’t about me, though – it’s about you. How beautiful you are. The way you shine. I know you smile for everyone, but I…

  • Love letter # 106

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    Paul Ransom
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    Hunger undresses everyone. Desire is a great leveller. Even the Gods have knelt for a kiss. As I do now. Your eyes, your mouth, the scent of your skin, your hair falling that way, catching the light. These are the things that undo me. My civilisation, the clever words I protect myself with, my damn…

  • Love letter # 149

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    Paul Ransom
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    I remember the flickering light, the bass drum deep and physical, the whites of your eyes, the way your hips moved – the promise of their exhausted, sweating sex. We felt so cool then; so hot, so untouchable. Now we watch TV and worry about the kids. Life turns. The tracks play out, the lights…

  • Love letter # 391

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    Paul Ransom
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    We can never be sure; but we can still love. Who cares about the criteria? Aren’t we here now? Tomorrow will deal with tomorrow. We can just deal with the night.

  • Love letter # 177

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    Paul Ransom
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    Even if it’s an illusion…it still feels good. I still get a shiver when you touch me. And if you decided enough was enough…I don’t wanna think about that. There’s enough ordinary in the world. We should grab whatever amazing we can. Sure there’s a price; but even boring makes you pay. I’ll buy into…

  • Love letter # 192

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    Paul Ransom
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    We all bow before the seasons. Every year it’s the same – the particular perfume of beginning, the smell of promise. The scent in the air that night. And you spilling wine on my shirt. Your hand on my chest as I changed. My eyes hungry. Yours too. Him in the other room. You might…

  • Love letter # 46

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    Paul Ransom
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    When you walk in the golden light, all is beauty. And when I touch your skin … When you breathe the cool sweet air, when you catch the half heard song, when you shiver softly…this is how I know you’re near. If your love undoes you, if the fences fall, then you are ready. And…

  • Love letter # 266

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    Paul Ransom
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    You are like the siren, I am like the shipwreck. There are nights when I cannot even look at you – your bare shoulders, your eyes a fire – and I have to walk away. Wait outside. And when I hear you talking, when I hear you breathe that way… The way you move your…

  • Love letter # 32

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    Paul Ransom
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    Looking at you is blasting a hole in my thoughts. Your movement is so evocative. The unmistakable flicker in your eyes, the curl of your smile, your soft bottom lip. Signs? Or maybe I’m blind. Perhaps I’m imagining all this. It’s probably nothing to you. Not for me. I am on fire – just like…

  • Love letter # 227

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    Paul Ransom
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    The scientists tell us that it’s just a chemical tide, an evolutionary trigger. I don’t doubt it…but it doesn’t feel like that right now. If there is no such thing as a song, why am I singing? I am prepared to accept that this buzz is a rush of hormones, that this sudden colour is…