When a man loves a woman he sees his life with her in all streams of a lifespan.
He sees her walking down the aisle, eyes prancing, giddy smiles, nervous tears.
He sees her meeting him across the street, hands waving, happy gazing, a tiny shout.
He sees her nursing a child and speaking to her, low tone, holding hands, gentle prodding.
When a man loves a woman, he sees his life.
He sees.