No Hope, Save This Woman

Tears fall down my cheeks as goosebumps rise on my skin. It's all in his voice. A call to love. He loves her so so deeply. Listen to his heart break into infinite pieces as his voice pleads. He pulls everything, anything, he can find from his chest and holds it out in front of her in his hands for her to take. I think perhaps I should love her too... He sings to her. He pleads to her. He calls to her. He cries for her. He bleeds for her. He would die only for this woman. Now his heart is in his mouth, and the crimson of his blood, which flows only for her, intertwines with his voice. The rise and fall of his voice matches the endless flow of his loving soul. Dear God, this man has no hope, save this woman. I could only pray, only dream, for a man to place his soul, his only true possession, in my empty, empty hands.