P for Princess?

Drafting plans like counting sand,
It's funny how i still don't understand,
Her body language and the way she stand,
The tiny movements and the flick of her hand.

It's like cloudy rainbow mashed potato,
Oasis in the desert with a pink flamingo.
Trying to comprehend makes processors go slow mo,
I've got no reference she's definitely like no other amigo.

Lost in her own world when she looks through the lense,

The expression of bliss without an ounce of pretense.

Capturing the moment needs concentration this intense?

A grin formed on the edge of my lips as i try to make sense.

Very much a princess in her very own right,
Her planners are full & waiting list out of sight.

Preoccupied the whole day and sleeping at twilight,
If you get through to her please ask her to take it light.

99 percent of the world sees her warm and lovely side,
But i heard whispers that she has an ice heart deep inside.

Word has it that she rejects admirers like waves and tide,
Should an average ordinary guy really just run and hide?

Is she a princess from fairy tales or a beautiful nightmare?
I guess i have to linger around a lil longer to compare.
If she sees this i hope she doesn't give me her stare,
Because if she does that she'll definitely give me a scare ! XD

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