She was beautiful, but in a different sort of way
the kindness she displayed
it felt like my body was decaying but somehow my body was displaying the complications of love 
I had only known her for a few minutes but somehow she had my trust
it seems that she must 
have known me for my whole life 
Now no one is in sight
But that might be because I'm looking in her eyes
As if I'm lost in this world but the world is crying "you are mine"
I found myself trying to find an understanding of this sensation
Her eyes held on to me and there was no emancipation
I don't know how else to say this but...

​She was beautiful, but in a different sort of way