Flames flicker in her sizzled hair,
Fall’s fleeting maples could compare.
Fresh strawberries mimic her luscious blush,
Freckles reminiscent of anthers upon a hibiscus.

Enkindling ancient viaducts I know not of,
Embalming rotten foibles buried not to be solved.
Excluding affection from newfangled connections,
Eyes of mine seek to decipher her complexions.

Awry she appears smoking fruity toxins,
Artificial scents foil covering her anxious coughing.
Adiposity remains in her perturbed mentality,
Admittedly conjecturing her is...