FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Smitten

  • Love letter # 184

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    Paul Ransom
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    I know we’re all too cool these days to use the ‘L’ word. I mean, commitment is so passé, right? And why limit yourself? Do we say that shit because we’re afraid, or do we really believe in this cruel cult of self, this so called empowerment that’s really just vanity in skinny disguise? Maybe…

  • Love letter # 707

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    Paul Ransom
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    There was sun and sky, There was blood and moon, There were locked up doors… And empty rooms. There were days and nights I was deaf and blind There was too much sound… Then there was you And it’s quiet now… And beautiful.

  • Love letter # 133

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    Paul Ransom
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    I think sometimes I might be blessed. At least, that’s what I think when I think about you. I’m sure there are more worthy candidates. Kinder. Warmer. More truthful. Better able to return the love you so freely extend. I woke up in the middle of a dream with you, having no idea how I…

  • Love letter # 202

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    Paul Ransom
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    I love that we’re so corny. It’s like clit lit. The two of us drifting – perhaps even pleased to do so – until… And all the cheesy shit is true: accidental, out of the blue, bloody incredible. It makes me smile just thinking of it, as though I’m reading the worldwide smash. Carried away.…

  • Love letter # 151

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    Paul Ransom
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    I thought about why I love you. Simple. The child in me meets the child in you. And we play. Even with fire.

  • Love letter # 121

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    Paul Ransom
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    Whenever I think of you – you seem further away. The corners are dusty, the photos face down; the shadows move quietly in your room. …It is because it is. But when the sun is warm and the beer is chilled, with just the cans for company – and that song you used to sing…

  • Love letter # 148

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    Paul Ransom
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    The beauty of compassion. The wonder of your hair unbraided. The exhaled sigh. The almost impossible cool of your skin. The terrible weight of your leaving. Your soft footsteps. Waking beside you. Hearing you breathe. To have known you. How could I have wished it otherwise? In the light of morning, you are the angel…

  • Love letter # 486

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    Paul Ransom
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    It’s like this; you walk around a corner and there it is – just like it’s always been there. Maybe you overlooked it before; perhaps you were just too busy. I mean, we all get distracted. Then, like some flower in the garden you never gave much thought to, you are caught up in the…

  • Love letter # 36

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    Paul Ransom
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    All I want is what everyone wants. To love and be loved. To be near you. And when I say I love you, what I mean is that there isn’t anyone I’d rather be with. I cannot know how long I’ll be here, but all the while I am, and whatever there is of life,…

  • Love letter # 34

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    Paul Ransom
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    Before you, I practised guitar. Since you, there have been songs. You are the difference between the passing of the days and the beauty of the season. I think of you every day – but some days I am awash; the floodplain in flower. Whatever I was before, I am new. Yours is the light…