FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Smitten

  • Love letter # 622

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    Paul Ransom
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    As the sun shines, it goldens the lights in your hair. In the rainfall, dew on your skin, a gaze so softly cast. When the night comes, tender, the scent of touch, and the quiet breath of knowing. Still. With you. Always.

  • Love letter # 504

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    Paul Ransom
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    I watched your silken movement. I was blind after that. And when I heard your voice, there was no other sound. Then, with the advent of your touch, there was nothing left to feel. For there was you – and I was remade.

  • Love letter # 792

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    Paul Ransom
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    You have populated my dreams, day and night. Last night, you placed your hand upon my knee, and I felt your warmth. It woke me. I turned over to the mirage of your presence, and in the drowsy temple of my senses I could hear your breath, circling in the darkened hush. Walking in the…

  • Love letter # 503

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    Paul Ransom
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    There is much I have forgotten, details yielded to time and other fogs. But the body holds traces, relives the sensation. The wonder of your arrival, like the beating of butterfly wings. The rush of falling, as though desire, coded in flutters, remains, with the distortions of ordinary grind edited out and the purity of…

  • Love letter # 819

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    Paul Ransom
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    Today will always be the day. Corner turned. Stranger looming into view. Eyes in a crowd. Ignition. Nothing ever the same. What is it – this abrupt transition? Not just the blood in a rush, or the validating gaze of desire. Nor even the magnetic recognition and the promise it contains. Perhaps it is a…

  • Love letter # 423

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    Paul Ransom
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    I do not claim to know. Rather, I hope. I interpret what I believe to be the signs, yet I cannot know if I misread, or if my misty eyes are blind. However, in the light of such uncertainty, I ask myself this: how will it be if, years from now, I am still wracked…

  • Love letter # 528

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    Paul Ransom
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    What if I love you too much? What if I lose it? This is what worries me. It’s not like I haven’t nearly gone mad before. Maybe I want it too keenly for my own good. So much that it threatens to leave everything else in ruins. The glorious wave that, in its inexorable motion,…

  • Love letter # 413

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    Paul Ransom
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    It’s like one of those Phil Spector, Wall of Sound, girl group songs. Rapturous, romantic, almost innocent. Such an intense swoon. An immense wave of light headed ecstasy. Heart like those crashing drums, blood buzzed with overwhelming electricity. I could dance all night. Maybe forever. As long as you are near. So yeah – that’s…

  • Love letter # 369

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    Paul Ransom
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    Please do not be fooled by my hesitation, or by any apparent coolness. I do like you. Actually, a little bit more than like you. It’s just that, until now, I have stopped short of obvious display; preferring the safety of hints. It’s not that I don’t want you to know, it’s that I don’t…

  • Love letter # 768

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    Paul Ransom
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    I saw you before your eyes sought me out, heard your song before you said my name. I saw you in the sea before there was an island. I sensed the onset long before the rain. The signs of you were clear before you spelled it out. You had reached across the space between us…