In the wave of hatred of religions, I have decided to write a poem celebrating the Muslim woman (muslimah)

Hint: I am a christian man.

The cloak enveloped her beauty, on a day made sunny by her complexion.
A radiant kind of energy or perhaps synergy of mood and disposition.
She possessed me.
Then she caught my glance.
I don't know why I was afraid to say, that it was Her essence that gave Her such a presence.
That sparked up such a desire, not of flesh but of spirit
Longing for love, she reminded me of HE that blew life into her.
I tried to avoid her eyes, but those eyes pierced the walls of my souls
Oh my!!! is that the universe, I see in the eyes of her soul.
She reminded me of love, it was the way she talked and walked even though her lips never parted.
In her purity, I so wanted to kneel, prostrate to her God that stated, created, paradise was at Her feet.
I was captive to Her beauty, I didn't mean she was pretty.
She challenged my very existence,and my ego ran for cover.
my soul quaked or perhaps it ached.
Language is an inadequate conveyor, she never said a word, yet her existence spoke volumes.
the moment demanded a reply, I was burning to ask a question.
Struggling,mumbling, fumbling and in this tos and from
She must have heard the word from my soul.
and with the smile of a whisper.
she said to me simply
"Am just a muslimah"