Dear ghost,
No wonder you fascinate me. The way your lily eyes twinkle under the pressure. The way you carry your continence in thorns of the streets. Of all the rugged doll I have chance upon, you seem to be handsomely brave. Mind you, your beauty is beyond the facial caricature. It's in the darling vibration of your voice. It's in the lovely bun you hastily tie. I have lost count of the times I have fallen in respect for you. But regretfully. I do not love you enough to romantically tie a knot with you. I just adore you romantically enough to be the sister that admires you. And oh how I admire!
Your junior.