Who was she?

She was the chirping birdie in tranquil forest

She was the twirling confetti in brutal tempest

She was the blazing trail of shooting star

She was the shrinking tail of healing scar

She was the free spirit of gypsy dust

She was the death grip of clingy rust

She was the spiritual glint exuded from luminous stars

She was the residual hurt entombed in cavernous scars

She was the susurrant zephyr snickering into willows

She was the frail pearl of tears bickering into pillows

She was the muffled giggles stolen in a strict teacher's class

She was the hazy coffee vapor meditating on a nerd's glasses

She was the fugacious celestial wonder witnessed from ivory towers

She was the lustrous aureolin dust sprinkled upon lavender flowers

She was the reticent rubble basking among magnificent ruins
She was the loquacious tome masked in ancient runes

She was the perpetual shoegaze of gushing creeks

She was the clove pink smudge on blushing cheeks

She was the fancy curlicue of a cherished autograph

She was the yearning caress on a timeworn photograph

She was the quiescent ash concealing the dying embers

She was the musty petrichor unleashed after the first showers

Was she a genuine cutie of such exceptional pulchritude

Or was she just a figment of my terminological inexactitude?!