There she goes
like a barred moon,
her scarf flying like a cloud,
diamonds in eyes,
golden tinge in the hair,
soft footfalls on the rough stones.
don't throw jibes,
don't shoot teasing,
don't ***** her chastity,
a single scratch is a profound wound.
you will lose a sister,
a beautiful wife,
a loving and caring mother,
nature doesn't need you.