Analysis of Her eyes look fake

She's smaller than me. By a lot, I tower over her and when we kiss more often then not she's on the tips of her toes. I do it all the time, watching shows, eating dinner, walking down the street, or just talking I'll just stop and look at her. Her eyes don't look real, I said this early on when I met her and she said that someone else had told her she looked like she had fake eyes. I can see why. I didn't know eyes could be that beautiful. Her eyes catch me first and everything else around me melts away, her small size becomes the same as mine, the noise around us becomes muted, I look eyelashes, at her nose, her lips, cheeks, jawline, I take it all in and photograph it in my head like a perfect painting I'll only see once and never see again. Time doesn't exist when I'm with her, the other day five hours went by in 2, and an entire week blended with the next like they were a Tuesday to a Monday.