FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Smitten

  • Love letter # 463

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    Paul Ransom
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    I can see that you are in denial. Your closed eyes cannot hide the fire. For I have that flame in me. It is the light by which I see.

  • Love letter # 321

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    Paul Ransom
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    I recognised you in the gaps – the tiny spaces left between busyness, bubbliness and booze. Your dark heart, shining like a beautiful star. The one who yearns, who dips and soars, who wants something more. I saw her in the silences, in the way her eyes sometimes pierced the innumerable distances. Lonely, wondering, full…

  • Love letter # 371

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    Paul Ransom
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    It’s the playful glint in your eye. The smirking raised brow. The smile that seems to know pleasurable secrets. These and other things. Like the velvet of your skin. Its downy feathers. Those plush and fruitful lips of yours. Even the way you walk. To me these are like treasures. Better still, the ecstasy of…

  • Love letter # 269

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    Paul Ransom
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    Tonight I saw forever in your eyes. How calm and magnificent it was. How small we seemed beside it. Yet, safe in its embrace. For in its vast and quiet splendour there are no greedy details. Only love. Shining like the beauty in you.

  • Love letter # 414

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    Paul Ransom
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    Forgive me – for I have been the fool of beauty. It has unwound me. Stripped me back. So much so that I wonder at its power. What is this perfection of form, this ideal, that it so dissolves the structures of reason? How can a way of seeing, a kind of knowing, make so…

  • Love letter # 401

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    Paul Ransom
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    This is your time of year; the soft and quiet settling of winter. In your boots and scarves. Your alabaster skin in the pale and watery light. Dark eyes shining out of the mist. Warm breath foggy as you stand beside me. The promise of a hearth inside you. The welcoming crackle of your smile.…

  • Love letter # 274

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    Paul Ransom
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    I may chance upon a million or more brilliant stars in heaven, yet no brighter light have I seen but you.

  • Love letter # 258

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    Paul Ransom
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    I sometimes think you must have fallen from the sky. I, at any rate, did not see you coming. There was a blink – and there you were. Standing next to me. So beautiful and radiant that I was taken aback. Almost concussed. Not knowing what else to do but go along. In a way,…

  • Love letter # 384

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    Paul Ransom
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    Realising how uncool it is these days to admit to something as old school as love, I do so anyway. How else to explain the way I feel about you? What other word to apply to the warmth that courses through me at your proximity? I do not propose to sacrifice my self-respect or put…

  • Love letter # 309

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    Paul Ransom
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    It is not that I am especially broken – nor particularly wise – just a little wary. More than just bruises. Deep fissures; some of which have turned to a kind of freezing trepidation. Which makes me look at you with a mix of terror and desire. Tenderness and suspicion. This could be the legacy…