FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Spiritual

  • Now that I am here at last…

    Now that I am here at last…

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    Paul Ransom
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    …I am in awe of you once more, for you have saved me again. From that which, until this afternoon, I could barely bring myself to utter in thought. In the present flood, I adore you. To call it any less would be a lie. Back then, in the hazy remembering, where only certain things…

  • 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…

  • From afar

    From afar

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    Paul Ransom
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    I have seen you from afar Across impossible distance The space between vision I noted tiny details From the vantage of strangers Through this blood borne prism So nearly have I touched you Vaulting infinite regress To swing within your rhythm I have never breathed your name Nor heard such outward sighs Yet still I…

  • Love letter # 482

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    Paul Ransom
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    Once we sang along. We were amazing. We did amazing things. Did we ever believe it, or did we always know? Look now in the mirror, my love…there is the truth of us. In cold glass. Our ordinary outcome. We said a lot of things. They did not come to pass. Promises we made; unkept.…

  • Love letter # 695

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    Paul Ransom
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    There is no control; at most, precious little. Moments like this seem to emerge, whole, shining, from the greater whole. Now there is disruption. A smooth trajectory interrupted. Yours was the merest incursion. The fraction it took. A breeze, rattling doors. New sounds in the house. This morning I woke with the thought, the half-dreamt…

  • Love letter # 808

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    Paul Ransom
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    It was so simple, and because of that, altering. Sitting across from you, the space between us an ordinary distance, feeling as though an entire ocean was moving. An immensity contained within the easy reach of a hand. The unspectacular fact of two people at a table…a canvas, upon which our imaginings are thrown. The…

  • Love letter # 464

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    Paul Ransom
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    Sometimes, your beauty is rupture. Wrenching. It rends the fabric of compromise. You stand within touching distance yet remain untouchable. The lovely details, each one sharpened. I feel them as the severing of hope. Your splendour is the sentence passed. The inexorable chasm between desire and its return. Rather I had not seen you. For…

  • Love letter # 379

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    Paul Ransom
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    For I have walked the line between light and dark, and dwelled in the house without name. This I did for the love of you. Though I have wandered far from home, and sailed without the promise of harbour, I have journeyed for the succour of your love. I may thirst and hunger still, and…

  • Love letter # 558

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    Paul Ransom
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    Perhaps if we had not felt the immensity, we too would have sought the surety of anchors. Reduced ourselves to the bareness of names. Huddled beneath the aegis of myth. Knelt in the cathedral of tribes. Yet it was the land that we loved, not the king who laid claim. The fragile rhythm of hearts,…

  • Love letter # 492

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    Paul Ransom
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    How did I know I would find you? I did not. I merely walked. I did not call out in expectation of your response; I simply raised my voice. I did not sing for the beauty of your dance, but for the liberty of music. This house was not made as a temple, neither as…