FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Smitten

  • Love letter # 637

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    Paul Ransom
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    You are so beautiful I can barely look at you. I am literally physically affected. Deep stirring occurs – lust yes, but also more than that, a longing to care and protect. God, even to adore. As though via some extraordinary mechanism of gravity you could usher a river from me. And this is both…

  • Love letter # 428

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    Paul Ransom
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    Truth be told, you would be better advised not to be so friendly, not to sit so close, not to smile like that. You are playing with fire and whilst you will have your fingertips singed my entire world will burn to the ground. Your beauty, combined with your attentions, your habit of openness and…

  • Love letter # 500

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    Paul Ransom
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    I was dizzy in your wake – shaken to the bone by your approach – drunk in the advent of you. Was beauty ever so fragile and intoxicating as it was in your eyes? Was desire ever so wild as it was at the touch your hand? You turned your gaze towards me and in…

  • Love letter # 496

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    Paul Ransom
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    She was sitting in a pool of sunlight. It sparkled in her hair. Like diamonds dancing. I watched her quietly. Entranced. After about thirty seconds she turned, our eyes met and her smile unfolded like splendour. For a beat we were in sync. And in that moment I was with you once more. Remembering how…

  • Love letter # 310

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    Paul Ransom
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    The way you looked at me yesterday – eyes like a question – your outbreath slowed, lips slightly parted – I wonder do you share this hunger? Is this our folie à deux? I know that there are all kinds of theories for this, from gushing adolescent fancy to the Wal-Mart spirituality of bourgeois denial,…

  • Love letter # 433

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    Paul Ransom
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    I was enveloped by you. Saturated, as if by monsoon rain. Just to be near you. To watch the rise and fall of your breathing. To see the exquisite detail of your lashes. To feel the warmth of your form and the gravity of your presence. I did not need words for it then –…

  • Love letter # 396

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    Paul Ransom
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    There is no law – no God, no ruling, no ethical injunction, no spiritual brownie points to be gained – nothing that says you have to want this. This I shall give to you freely, but only if you will freely accept it. I will offer no argument, make no case, perform no empty rituals.…

  • Love letter # 343

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    Paul Ransom
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    It is as simple as this: I think of you and a wave of warmth and tenderness washes over me, and all of my fears dissolve in that moment.

  • Love letter # 349

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    Paul Ransom
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    I understand that things like love and beauty and truth are almost absurdly romantic notions in a world obsessed with attainment and spectacle. I can already see you wincing at their mere mention. Yet still I shall kindle the flame for you. And if, for this poetic folly, I shed a few tears and lose…

  • Love letter # 393

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    Paul Ransom
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    I would have waited a hundred years for someone like you – but you are already here. Wave of exultation. Obliterating light. Storm of splendour. And I am washed away. Running in the river with you. Falling back to the centre. Returning to the great nothing. To the sublime and beautiful union of emptiness. With…