Someone is speaking to a person who is hurting and offering a place to fall apart safely. The speaker says they're "still here" and "never sleeping," as if keeping watch through the night, ready whenever the other person needs them. The invitation is simple and repeated: come to me when your heart is weeping, when you feel like crying. The tears become "rivers," a image that makes sadness feel large but also something that moves and keeps going rather than stays stuck.
The speaker feels fiercely protective and tender. They promise to hold the person close, never let go, never let them get hurt. Yet the poem also asks the person not to fall into pity and to "rise above." The last lines settle on warmth shared between two people, and arms that enclose yet somehow hold "freedom." The mood is soft, hushed, and comforting, helped by the short lines that read like whispered reassurances.