She's Love

...yeah, here's a poem.

She's so close to me in my thoughts,
But still so far away,
Touching my heart, so fragile,
Each and everyday.

She sends a tingling sensation through my delicate skin,
Something I'm scared of,
But something I don't want to end.

She's my misery, as well as bliss,
A mixture of in between,
My last devotion, my only devotion,
Something no one's ever seen.

She's the tears of mine, that never seem to fall,
A reflection of something,
Me,
Which is simply nothing,
Nothing at all.

She's love,
A curse bestowed upon my thoughtless mind,
Provoking a cynic wrapped in thorned vines,
But she's love.