A fascination.
An amazement.  
You know what she is,
However, you do not know what she means.

The only thing in your heart is her.
You can walk with her,
Be with her,
Even touch her,
Yet you want to be as close to her as she is with in your heart.

Mentally blind sighted.
Believing in your heart.
Your heart becomes your guide,
Being altruistically driven.
No small obstruction can slow you down,
She is right there in front of you.

Or so you think?

The only thing in the way-
You can not see
An imaginary rose bush that has been surrounding her for eternities,
Oddly when you try going to her the thorns of the bush cut you,
Barbed wire wrapped around and all through the roses.
The barbed wired tears away at your body.
While the thorns big and curved make deep gouges in you.

Love is strong
Its not a pain its just a mental belief that it hurts
Your heart will not accept the possibility that you’re getting hurt
You can not see the pain or the scars
A heart that is spiritually driven with phenomenal power works harder with  more will power to make it there

The thorns and barbed wire are everywhere
Traveling beyond the solar systems
Yet physically they don’t exist

Or do they?

You don’t see the thorns or barbed wire
That is why she seems so close to you.
To get there you make your bodywork hard.
Unaware of the pain,
Yet your heart has your body working beyond its limits

Your scars increase in size
Your physical body can not take any more blood loss
You end up in a comma.