FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Smitten

  • Love letter # 300

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    Paul Ransom
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    Just say. Don’t test me with signs or whatever you think they are. Say yes or no. Make it plain. I was never a genius before I knew you – why would loving you make me any smarter? I’m scouring you for clues – waxing between near certainty and crestfallen flatness. You touch me, you…

  • Love letter # 178

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    Paul Ransom
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    You and me speak a language no one else does – although I’m sure everyone understands. It is the secret tongue of lovers. We whisper it at night. You breathe it in into me and I sigh in return. And you know exactly what I mean.

  • Love letter # 173

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    Paul Ransom
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    Ah, the lottery of DNA. Upon some are bestowed all the natural graces, from others they are withheld. Some are effortlessly lovely, others toil at approximation. Of the two of us, we both know who is who. So please – do not walk that way – do not look like that. For yours is the…

  • Love letter # 276

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    Paul Ransom
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    How easily the bluff and bravado of man is undone by the scent of flowers. Flowers on your skin. Petals on your dress. The bloom you send through me. Even all my treasures I would give for this. Even all my fear. For the flower of your sweetness all the masks are shattered. All the…

  • Love letter # 176

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    Paul Ransom
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    In the warmth I can smell you on my skin. In the cold I can feel your breath. When it’s dark I can see your stars, and in the daylight I bask in your life affirming light. You are in the expanse, and in the smallness. You are in the dance, and in the quietness.…

  • Love letter # 267

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    Paul Ransom
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    I was so lucky to know you, let alone be anywhere near you. You showed me things I never even dreamt of – dances I never imagined. There are things in my life now – ideas, ways of being, feelings – that never existed before your beautiful eyes set fire to my complacency. In your…

  • Love letter # 161

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    Paul Ransom
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    I wanted to reach across the void tonight. I wanted to break the trance of wondering. It was in my bones, in my blood, in the tips of my fingers – the sheer power of you. I wanted you like certainty. Like all of history. My longing was like the earth itself, ancient and deep…

  • Love letter # 86

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    Paul Ransom
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    I climbed the misty hill to feel your rain about my shoulders. You settled gently on my skin. I walked along the forest floor to hear the sound of your life around me. It filled me up with song. I was tempted by the fruit you grew. When I bit your sugars flowed. I swam…

  • Love letter # 183

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    Paul Ransom
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    I walked in the splendid shadows just to be with you. I learned the songs of the seraphim just to hear you sing. And I swam in the silken sea so as to have your arms about me. When I feel that you are not with me, I look again, and realise that you are…

  • Love letter # 73

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    Paul Ransom
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    You know that if you touched me I would most likely dissolve. Careful; some things are easily broken – like my resolve. The line between everything being as it is and the volatile fusion/fission of you and me colliding is no more than a word’s width. I protected myself with the belief that there was…