How do I love thee

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How do I Love thee

You run with wild splendor, an unrestrained dream,
with smiles and joy and all the wordly beauty seamed
into sunshine painted songs composed in images of me
with a thousand red, red hearts I love thee.

With caresses and embraces and kisses possible to number
only by the sorrows stripped and ripped and torn asunder,
a star in radiating gushing ploy that seldom wanders free
with a thousand red, red hearts I love thee.

In sleep or wake or tears that halt upon the roses of your face,
with humility and gratitude that bundle into timid grace;
The azure sky within your eyes a final resting place for me
with a thousand red, red hearts I love thee.

You run with wild splendor, an unrestrained dream,
with a thousand red, red hearts I love thee.

*Writen inspired by the prompt at We Drink Because We’re Poets, saying inspired because I do not believe I wrangled it good. I wrote this for my son and with him in head,so I decided to leave it as it came, instead of tweaking it.

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~ by Oloriel on August 3, 2013.

66 Responses to “How do I love thee”

  1. Adorable.

  2. Hepili kidou.

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  4. oh, how BEAUTIFUL he is Oloriel! and isn’t it funny, the first thing my daughter learned to draw was red hearts. a wonderful poem, i’m so happy for you both. {{{ h u g s }}} and *smiles* to you, Oloriel.

  5. Squee you have activated my mommy instincts. This is so precious I love it and your soon is so handsome =)

    • son not soon

    • It’s all his father’s genes! He really is too cute, I have little girls coming to him kissing him,giving him chocolate, one even played a mini guitar for him. I have no idea what am I going to do when he becomes a teen.

      • You are in for some trouble haha I remember one time I was taking Isadora from daycare and this little boy threw himself on the gate crying begging that I wouldn’t take her home it was so cute, that same boy waited for her everyday. She is a cross between hubbie and me but a good cross lol

      • I parked my son out of a mini-store in his stroler and looked away for literaly 20 seconds just to take money out and next thing I see there is a girl feeding him a chocolate muffin 🙂

      • I forgot to say the prompt is up =)

  6. iz ovih predivnih okica jednostavno zraci ljubav.

  7. I ja sam osvojena 🙂

  8. “with a thousand red, red hearts I love thee.”

    Such simple expression but with such deep impact!
    Your boy is very fortunate to have you!
    Bless you both..
    *smiles*

  9. magnificent, your child is as beautiful as your poetry, pal. Best wishes from Baldy 🙂

  10. Super. A sin ti je baš sladak. So cute… 🙂

  11. Lovely, and great sentiment. 🙂 Great picture of your boy too, such a wild and joyous smile. Good show!

  12. This piece is so precious! I absolutely adore it. 🙂

  13. Aah, this is a beautiful tribute to a mothers love. Wonderful, and your son is gorgeously happy 🙂 xox

  14. You did a wonderful job with this sonnet! Adorable lovely child a metaphor of life.

  15. This is such a lovely, sweet poem. It warmed my heart to read. Your son is a real cutie pie!

  16. Wow, your son is too adorable and the poem is really good. =)

  17. No need for tweaking when you write S.O.C and heartfelt such as this. This was a mother to her son and words do not need editing or meter correctness – you wrote how your thoughts were and your words poured from your heart.

    • These were my thoughts as well. He was napping, I decided to write and what I had just spilled out for him, it felt bad to tailor it when it was heartfelt and honest 🙂

  18. Singing here like a song in the words which flow, Listening to the rhythms beat on every “a thousand red, red hearts”. It travels well for being untweaked.

  19. Thank you! I was wondering is the flow melodic enough.

    • There are a lot of choices to finding one or more melodies to a piece, sometimes how you want to approach each syllables’ sounds, and the spaces they carry in-between can help as a way to explore the variances.

  20. I like “thee” instead of “you” – easily makes song out of poem, so singable in a way – perhaps in some renaissance key.:)

    Lijepo, crveno majkino srce…

  21. Слатка инспирација је у колицима па није ни чуда да је песма слатка 🙂

  22. You have a beautiful son. Love the way his eyes smile. Lovely poem, my friend.

  23. Ако нађеш времена, ту сам започела игру

    http://tangolina.wordpress.com/2013/08/02/аутобиографија/

  24. such a wonderful feeling of love from the photograph to your fingers to the page….your young man is gorgeous…
    Take Care…
    )0(
    maryrose

  25. I feel the “bursting with love and pride” in this and as it should be. I hope you collect some of these treasures to give to him to read when he is older. Very precious moments to be shared. Thank you…makes me think of my 2 children and grandson:) Namaste

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  27. What a nice picture and wonderful poem.

    Thanks for your visit to my blog….and the story you told about the medals. SO very sad, but I do understand the man’s rationale.

    • Don;t mention it, I enjoyed reading and am happy I discovered you!
      I guess it is rational,but I am one of those people who will I guess be burried with their collections. I think we sell out of ourselves way too much on a daily and life basis allready, I crave that little piece of emotion bottled up,imprinted into a corner of a stamp or a line in a napkin.

  28. Your son is adorable. I love what you wrote here, Oloriel.

    Pamela

  29. This is such a beautiful, and sweet poem. Your son is so cute! I am so thankful that you shared with your readers two of your beautiful creations. 😀

  30. Hes all lovely dovely when hes good, and when its naughty time, dear god… 🙂

  31. Really love this…So beautiful! Thank you

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