Dear M.S., (a.k.a missing ship)

I love the way your body talks to me

ready to embrace me with those sad, sleepy eyes

My sleepy love,

You needn’t say anything at all….

because in a way, I understand the things that you try to portray.

Whenever, if I can recall or be able to recall a time when I was a young lady,

I’ll tell you this, I have never believed in second sight or sixth sense.

And if you have the courage to propose to me.

I love you

I do

I do

I do….