Our eyes met

I let my eyes circulate the four walls absorbing every data; taking in the artificial beauty it has to offer until my eyes met hers. Everything became altered. Suddenly, the seconds we were living in possessed unlimited dimensions. And my demeanor assumes a form almost alien to my nature. Looking at the mirror of her eyes I manage to have a glimpse of a realm where a pause patter to outline the shape of her perfect heart. But I never saw her, I didn't see all that until after I saw her fine qualities. True beauty doesn't live behind a mirror. Whatever it touches it leaves traces  of its unfading colours. So she made fibres of the artificial beauty - that I thought were of essence - disintegrate