FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Smitten

  • Nothing That A Fire

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    Paul Ransom
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    When I first met you – you were so bright I had to shield my eyes. I’d like to say you were blinding, except I was already blind. I only learnt to see in order to look at you. I knew it was mad – but I was mad enough to want it. In the…

  • Love letter … 0

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    Paul Ransom
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    Nothing lasts. Not these walls. Not these things that fill my house. Not the victories I think I’ve won. Even the wonder of spring. Even the stars. Maybe even time itself. Only my love for you. Everything breaks; most notably my heart – which seems, at any moment, ready to burst into flames. Everything stops.…

  • Love letter # 68

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    Paul Ransom
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    We are not here forever. We are like the rush that is over as soon as it starts. It may even be that we vanish without trace, our passing unnoticed, our glories unremembered. Yet what little I am given…I will gladly share with you. All these kingdoms we have wrenched from the dust, they will…

  • Love letter # 30

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    Paul Ransom
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    It’s easy to feel alone in the world; it’s almost the default position. But once in a while someone gets it. As though you shared a solitary heart. The beats mixed perfect. It’s rare…but it happened all the time with you. People who have known me for years never came so close. How is that?…

  • Love letter # 150

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    Paul Ransom
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    In another world, my love…we still swirl in golden light. And in another sky we still soar, up on the updrafts, where all the little details melt to feeling. There is a place where you and I are king and queen – and there we walk barefoot, living on air and sunlight, needing nothing more.…

  • Love letter # 69

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    Paul Ransom
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    All the usual things got said – it won’t last, that feeling will fade – but here I am…loving you even more. It’s the little cracks, the chinks in your armour, the grumpy thing you do sometimes. These, and other imperfections are the very structure of your beauty. If this is the so-called sickness, long…

  • Love letter # 41

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    Paul Ransom
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    Now that I am in your light, now that I have tasted you, I breathe in the age old epiphany of skin. All this talk, all these symbols – they are meagre compared to the soft crush of surrender. My bottled urgency has gone to water. The sting has been excised. It took the merest…

  • Love letter # 33

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    Paul Ransom
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    The lovers are the kings, the lonely are the cherished, the forgotten are the exalted. And the beggars shall live in the palace; and the mighty dwell amongst the ashes. And then the angels will walk with the fallen – the proof being you. I do not know why you are down here with me…

  • Love letter # 76

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    Paul Ransom
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    There was a moment; that second when you… In that beat my fear turned to brightness, my resolve gave way to keening. You cut the brake lines. You sent me shooting through space. I was a willing sucker. I wanted it. I sang for the rushing of blood. I begged for the horses to be…

  • Love letter # 19

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    Paul Ransom
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    It is though, at any moment, my secret will come hurtling out of me. The veneer I wear, the various masks I don to get through the day – they are cracked beyond repairing. When you stand next to me I have to hold my breath, bite my tongue until it bleeds. And you don’t…