half of the time

As sure as the salty water meets the shore

It’s the deepest love that surprises;

the place where euphoria meets despair

in waves it comes, like clouds bring rain

these are the bittersweet odds

this rythmic ebb and flow

the basic and beautiful ‘salt of the earth’ is a mixture

smiles and tears, warm hearts with fear

only in fantasy does one come without the other

with the possibility of rejection comes acceptance

in time we weigh the risks and reward

but oh how it hurts… half of the time