if eyes are windows to one's soul

If eyes are windows to one's soul, then I saw her soul. Her soul was, at first gaze, aloof. But the more I looked into her eyes, the more her soul grew. She had a soul that roamed the world on a whim. A soul that was lonely and yet so lovely. She had eyes like a tumbleweed. And so, her soul wanted to roam as a tumbleweed would.