The power in her Eyes

They say, "Our eyes are a reflection of our heart." I often practice looking into some one's eyes without actually staring at the person. For me, the eyes bring out what's going out in the mind.
Philosophically, this implies the mind rules the heart. The displayed emotions completely cloud the emotions we actually feel.
And yet, there are eyes, powerhouse of fire, which force you to reflect what's going on in your mind and heart.

I had the chance to come across the unblinking fiery big round eyes. Her dirt-laced face was marred with black marks of a stream of recently shed tears.
I had to ask the six year old to stay within a prescribed area in the premises, away from her mom working in another part of the building. As I observed from a distance, the child was acting like an undomesticated, spoiled free bird, ready to smash and break everything that came her way.
I approached her fully prepared to harshly mend her ways and give her a stern lesson in mannerisms. My brisk pace and the purposeful stare were met by an equally determined glance and an obdurate demeanour. The young girl didn't open her mouth; not a single word she said. She moved away slowly, very quietly, but, her stare spoke volumes of what she felt. Her eyes threw daggers at me. I couldn't even read out what was going on in her mind or her heart.
And yet, my mind raced to what I was doing. Her straight stare compeled me to reconsider my stance and mend my own behavior. Somehow, by looking into those big and beautiful round eyes; I could reflect upon my mind and heart.

As my heart skipped a beat, I realized how inadvertently I had drawn boundaries of civilization and domestication for a girl who had spent just six years in this cruel world.
Was it right on my part to capture her free mind into rigid categories of Yes and No, Right and Wrong; and Do this and Do not do that?

Saw her big eyes gazing back at me. Yet, to find out what to do...