FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Smitten

  • Love letter # 356

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    Paul Ransom
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    Why? Because it feels so good to care. Because I am a fire when I love you. When I am most animal, I am most angel. To wrap my arms around you in the sweet quiet of the night is to seek an audience with the light. Because when I love you this way, everything…

  • Love letter # 289

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    Paul Ransom
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    Joy and sorrow are the twin lodgers of my two roomed heart. They are the on and the off – the song and silence. They moved in when you did. They are both the light of your nearness and the shadow that it casts. The promise that you bring and the love that you withhold.…

  • Love letter # 157

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    Paul Ransom
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    Today I looked at you with brand new eyes. Had I not truly seen you before, or have you changed? Perhaps the answer to this is academic – because all I know for sure is that when I saw you today I was unexpectedly breathless. Sometimes, it is not the first impression that counts, but…

  • 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…