not a question of being in love

it's not a question of being in love 
the motion's what was already there
attention fills itself a stubborn sail
it's not a question of being in love
you see what has to see and hardly ask
for what's to ask but, how can this be?
it's not a question of being in love 
we take upon ourselves these unmade plans
not blindly but with faith of blind
it's not a question of being in love

it's not a question

c1993 ronald bloom