Her freckles reminded me something like splattered paint gifted from the sun.  

Her red hair can ignite like fire when she is happy.

She's like a warm campfire everyone likes to sit around,
Surrounded with laughs that echo in the forest.

She's the sunrise you get up early for,
Waiting in the cold.
Waiting to bask in all the colors and light because it's worth it.

She is fire.
She is heat and happiness.

She is like the sun,
A reason for people to get out of bed in the morning.

A beacon that draws everyone in.