Love Poem: When the World Can Love You No More
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Written by: Eddie Rodgers

When the World Can Love You No More

Come to me at your weakest when there seems to be not a bit more of energy that can be zapped, tore, or desecrated from your perished soul. When your knees and legs can no longer support the weight of the world as theybend from the burdens of others so therefore I can take you in with all of the sins that life has handed out and given to those of the weakened heart and clense my loves pain away. Come to me when everyone or thing has taken the last bit of breath out of you and I will give you love to renew that faith in your heart that not everyone is out to hurt nor break your spirits that true love exists. Come to me when the wounds of love can no longer be bandaged or coated with remedies to heal the pain but in the back of your mind know I am the cure so call out my name, CALL OUT MY NAME, and though distant I shall be I will come. I will come to you in the night running a road that never seems to end that gives no breaks or exits to turn off until I get to the destination which is my loves' heart and I will exhale out saying, 'finally my love I am here I have made it to thee'. Come to me when the defined moment of our words mean your lips to mine and there can be no savior to amount to thy heart. When the redemption to ones chest is altered given to the nearest heart only to find that they can not be placed together for not all beats are similar not all eyes see the same. When the ashes of fires escape to blow out to the world. Allow me to be your whisper to the day your parting sun so that the world can see the glowing of the moon. Together we shall sit and pluck the stars out of the skies, and then compare why we love each of them. Come to me when your tears have swallowed the soles of your face and though the pain can not be replaced they may have fallen dry fromthe hurtof never being cured, but I will give them moisture. I will give the dying soul life, the airless lungs breath, and the lonesome body a deep need of caress. When you become but a weed that has withered I shall water you so that you can grow back in the rose you were. When words have no meanings then and only then can everything have been said so come to me then when your at your weakest because then we shall know that the world can love you no more