Tug- Of- Love Poem by Robin Kirsch

Inbetween the cracks I fall
Some days so frightfully small
Others, jubilantly, impossibly tall

To make space in your busy life
And escape from your harried wife
Causes you the most awful strife

For the ache that we feel
When apart is very real
With no space or place ideal

We wish no hurt to those we love
Tho' with you I'd go to the moon above
This game is pain... this Tug-of-love

For every shared wonderous minute Acutely aware of our time limit
Our peace and pleasure infinitely..... Exquisite