FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Smitten

  • Love letter # 231

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    Paul Ransom
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    It’s a beautiful time of year. Almost as beautiful as you. The scent of promise, the smell of skin, the bittersweet buzz of longing. This is how I feel you in my body. Alive. Electric. Deep. Wordless. These syllables are a proxy; nothing like the way I really feel. Right now, the light is like…

  • Love letter # 254

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    Paul Ransom
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    A luscious first night of warm rain. Everything glistening. Music from bars. Couples. Random slivers of song, temporary, like insects of sound. And somehow the air is sweet. I am nearly drunk on breathing. Which makes me think of you.

  • Love letter # 186

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    Paul Ransom
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    There are things we can never know. However, there is no doubt now. Tomorrow, next week, whenever – I cannot tell you anything about them. Only now. You are like the light after rain. You make everything glow. Your beauty transforms the world. This is how I love you. Today. I won’t pretend to mean…

  • Love letter # 112

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    Paul Ransom
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    Something has been re-arranged. The stars aren’t quite where they used to be. The order of things subtly shuffled. My easy control loosened. Like I’m lifted up; a feather on the breath of your favour. A knot has formed inside me – undone by your outstretched hand. Tied anew by your retreat. I want to…

  • 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 # 160

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    Paul Ransom
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    What starts as a whisper ends in silence. Where there is a seed, dry leaves. I did not see you coming, but I know I will bleed when you go. The ghosts of the future are hovering in the lighted dust, portentous little sighs. Even in the thrill of this, their hatchlings are playing. It’s…

  • Love letter # 141

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    Paul Ransom
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    Why would I travel the whole world when the most astonishing beauty is right here? If there is anything better than when you touch me, I have yet to experience it. You are all the riches I could ever dream of. I would give away a mountain of gold to share a simple meal with…

  • Love letter # 115

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    Paul Ransom
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    The world rattles, noise outside, busy with itself – but when those bright lights lose their lustre, the rush is just an hour, a pretty, distracting drive by. And try as it might, the clatter cannot cut the thread. There are things that hold us together: the long and lovely narrative, the bittersweet anchor, the…

  • Love letter # 245

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    Paul Ransom
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    I’m prepared to believe there’s starshine in your eyes – not because there is, but because it makes me high to think so. I get a rush when I think you’re wonderful. My heart is alive when it belts out your name. And then when you touch me… The truth may well be out there,…