I'll ask you to dance if you'll teach me to love.
What does it mean to love?
Could we be love? Will we get to love? To be loved?
Am I nothing more than a ghost?
Can one become a ghost when they still hold breath?
I fear yes.
For without your love, what holds the answer?
Without love we - I die.
And only I fear that if we die,
will we ever learn to live again?
                                                               -DBE