Crazy 46

With her head wrapped in a headscarf, as beautiful as a muslim womans purity,

She walks with her dignity held high, she draws my gaze along heatherton road,

Only right, i yell out, G! But she doesnt hear me, on her way (whereto?) keeps

Walking, as if unaffected by i, a mere mortal, some celestial goddess taking

Our shape, to meddle in human Fate, and in my devotion, i submit on sight