It has been rather forcefully pointed out to me by Ibb that, as a general rule, the description of a woman with very pale skin should be "English Rose", and not "borderline anaemic". Apparently the latter is not considered particularly romantic, even when delivered in poetic form.
Her face is smooth, her grace proficient
Her breasts are firm, her blood deficient
Ticks find no food in her fair arms
Magneto's helpless 'gainst her charms
Oh! How I'd hand to you for free
The blood you seem to stir in me.
I really don't see what her problem is. I think it scans rather well. In your face, cadence!
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