Sometimes she's a princess,
Sometimes a ruthless king,
You would marvel at her smiles,
With the love for books she brings,
Her mind worlds of infinity,
You would watch her madness of books,
Beautifully hold her sanity,
People birthed by ink keep her hooked,
She, an enchanting oddity,
Sitting she wanders from west to far east,
Just like our Belle from Beauty and the Beast,
Living the life of every character,
A whole new world she sees,
Trees painted blue, stars tinted green,
Imagination so vivid,
Dreams of sheep with orange fleece,
An idle girl too busy,
To meddle with the world around,
Alone but charming like a daisy,
Her soul dancing to the wind's songs.
