FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Spiritual

  • Love letter # 130

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    Paul Ransom
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    There was a time when I looked to the sky for fireworks. Now I look at you. You are where the stars burst. This is how my nights are coloured. The angels can stop their singing, the bells cease ringing – you are here beside me, where even oceans come to heel. If I once…

  • Love letter # 109

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    Paul Ransom
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    You of the light, shine beautifully on me. By the light of you – I am shot through. I am made of the stars you burn. And we are but vapour together.

  • Love letter # 400

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    Paul Ransom
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    When I was there I could never have imagined being here. Now was not conceivable then. There was us. There was that. When a thing is burning – it is burning. And now: remnants. Things that once were. Not even bones – just ash. And silence. I look for your mark on me and find…

  • Love letter # 131

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    Paul Ransom
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    I came down in the rain to make this garden bloom for you. I swam across the sea to walk in this desert with you. I fell from the sky to stand beside you in the mountain air. I travelled through the terrors of time to be here now. Whatever dream I woke from, you…

  • Love letter # 606

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    Paul Ransom
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    It’s like I’m someone else. Someone alive. For years I lived in detachment, never really feeling. Now I am the thin skin of an ocean, my public face a meniscus – a taut thread holding back the wonderful overwhelming flood you let loose in me. I never used to cry because nothing mattered enough. Tonight…

  • Love letter # 266

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    Paul Ransom
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    You are like the siren, I am like the shipwreck. There are nights when I cannot even look at you – your bare shoulders, your eyes a fire – and I have to walk away. Wait outside. And when I hear you talking, when I hear you breathe that way… The way you move your…

  • Love letter # 14

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    Paul Ransom
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    You the light – me the moth – fluttering around you.

  • And The Angels Love The Broken Best Of All

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    Paul Ransom
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    I do not know whose story this is. It could be mine. It could belong to us all. Maybe there is a sublime universal screenplay, and we are all acting from it, adding our little bits, yet never changing a thing. Maybe everything is written. Doesn’t feel like it though. There are times when 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 # 75

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    Paul Ransom
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    This won’t be much of a love letter. My words are fast turning to sound. Just as the smallness of sky becomes the vastness of space, so too this light inside me. So too this beauty you made. Now it will not be contained in a sentence. Now it is shining. In my head, the…