Allow the rhyme scheme to dictate the content

This poem is for you, Rebecca –

I’m drawn to you like a pilgrim to Mecca,

Like a lighthouse lamp that’s all aflicker,

Like a record collector to the archives of Decca.

Your skin is pale and paper white

And I think you’re a lovely sight,

Much better than a building site;

A riot could your smile incite.

Your eyes are like two shining stars,

Or headlights on the front of cars,

Or spaceships exploding whilst orbiting Mars –

I hope you’re never infected with SARS.