The lovers’ rope
He tugs; then she tugs. She tugs; then he tugs. At times the rope yields to one side; or the other. At most times, it is an obstinate act of no avail.
Until one starry night, their hands began sliding little by little towards the middle of the rope. Their fingers met; and intertwined.
The tugging ended; and the loving began.
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puts a different spin on tug of war… tug of love perhaps?
I would like to say so, but it just happens that ‘tug of love’ already has a meaning that wouldn’t apply here.
You are a continuous source of inspiration. Your lines are so simple and beautiful. A great gift.
This means so much to me. Thank you.