FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Smitten

  • Love letter # 515

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    Paul Ransom
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    My love for you has a mystical quality. It connects me. Blurs the borders of self. At times it is like I become you. I cannot fully explain it, so I will not try. In place of words, of formulations, I will simply be with you; and, if you wish it, we can just be…

  • Love letter # 748

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    Paul Ransom
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    They say that first impressions last. This is not the case with you. At first, all I noticed was your exterior; that abrasive, sarcastic outer layer you project. It pushed me backwards. Next, I met you with your party face on. Life and soul and so on. But then you let me witness the cracks…

  • Love letter # 697

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    Paul Ransom
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    Now that I have seen you, I cannot un-see. Until today, you were a name in a group chat. Tonight, you are the lingering sensation of a fine-boned handshake, a picture of wide open eyes, and the thought of coffee-silk skin. Did you hold my gaze for a moment more than necessary, or have I…

  • Love letter # 525

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    Paul Ransom
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    Lately, I have dreamt of angels; most of them resembling you.

  • Love letter # 522

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    Paul Ransom
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    Last night, dreaming, I was in your arms. I felt the satin warmth of you. Your pressing solidity. This morning, awake, I wonder which is closer to truth. Conscious distance or REM embrace? When you return this afternoon, how shall I meet your eye? What, if anything, shall I see in your gaze? Do I…

  • Love letter # 479

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    Paul Ransom
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    In gods, I do not believe. In destiny, I place no trust. Neither do I look for signs in stars. But you! In you there is every reason to believe. I did not manifest you. You are not an answered prayer. You are so much more than a wish fulfilled. I do not need a…

  • Love letter # 545

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    Paul Ransom
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    I saw you in the evening. You turned your golden head toward me. Eternity moving slow. Some things you remember with the circle of breath.

  • Love letter # 0.1

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    Paul Ransom
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    All the light did was shine. And there you were.

  • Love letter # 517

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    Paul Ransom
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    For what have I yielded? For what airs have I thrown up shutters to inrush? What hath impelled me to cede once guarded ground? Tis not for God or other compulsion. Tis not for reckless chance. I do not seek release from solitude, nor the flattery of the becoming eye. Yet, upon your herald I…

  • Love letter # 465

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    Paul Ransom
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    How much evidence is required before bold declarations are broadcast? How long to wait before saying aloud that which is screaming within? By what metric do I reach such heated conclusion? Perhaps if we did not reduce everything to the reputedly rational, I would not be in this fix. This missive would seem less mad.…