As we seek to find our partners,
To cherish and adore,
We're haunted by the specters,
Of those who've gone before.

The ones that hurt us badly,
And those who let us down,
Sweet lovers we loved madly,
Who played us for a clown.

Always hoping for the best,
We try again and then,
Find that it's like all the rest,
And we get hurt again.

So fear and trepidation,
Are understandable,
And even sad privation,
May seem prefer-able.

But love will never find us,
If we don't take the chance,
So come, let's let it blind us,
Please, may I have this dance?