FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Philosophical

  • Love letter # 93

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    Paul Ransom
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    Why am I still hungry? Because I am not satisfied. And why am I not satisfied? Because I am starving. If I could live with the love you gave rather than pine for the love I dream of taking – then I would be bathed in light right now. This black night – it is…

  • Love letter # 11

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    Paul Ransom
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    I know it’s been a while but would it surprise you to know that I still think of you? Would you be amazed to learn that I still sing your name with shivers? Once all the hot angst of splitting had gone, and I could feel again the soft melodic beauty of you and me,…

  • Love letter # 89

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    Paul Ransom
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    You said: ‘How did this all start?” I said: “In the usual way.” Call it hope, call it plain old gravity – hell, you could even call it stupidity. We weren’t the first. Doesn’t everybody want to believe, if only just once? I for one loved the intoxication of star shine. And no, I don’t…

  • Love letter # 62

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    Paul Ransom
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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 # 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 # 49

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    Paul Ransom
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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 # 101

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    Paul Ransom
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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 # 7

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    Paul Ransom
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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…