LOVE THRU HER EYES

We are different you and I , set asunder by gender, the complexities of which are not limited to the physical plane. We feel differently, perception a varying standing point from which we view the world but my question is who has seen love through her eyes? When you break her heart does she hurt the way you do?
  A bruise to the ego and a fleeting sad moment or does she cry and moan knowing what is lost has no bearing home ?
When you make her smile is it merely for a time, shallow brooding on the surface or deeply seated. Does a conversation mean just words, to pass the hours or is the company cherished, spent unraveling the mysteries of a better half lost to the sands of time.
When words escape her lips are they whispers of the wind, like a ghost credited no presence or do they hold water ?  Let me listen when she speaks for her wisdom I will seek in the moments of my grief or the joy of sweet reprieve, for equals are we not
When she looks in your eyes is it love that you see like a sparkle in the night ? That was what I saw once upon a time, when we were young and full of life. It was then that I saw it, love through her eyes, eyes that have long since looked away though I begged with bated breath,  please stay.