Braille Tears

I wonder what she sees when she looks through her eyes
Can she see a man that has begun to care?
Can she see a man that is ready to be loved?
Can she see his sadness?
Does she care?
Can she see the anguish in the wrinkles of his brow?
Can she see the desperation in his sigh?
Of all the things she sees, so vast … So plenty… I wonder whether she can see … Thee.