Questioning Poem by Jeff Rushton

How does love begin?
Does it ever end?
What is it that I feel?
Is it real?
Why can I not succeed? (in the only thing left I need to proceed)
Did I work this hard, sacrifice so much, avoid the appearance, for this?
Can I be me without hurting the two I aspire to please?
Is this meant to be?
What happened to 'love is blind? '
Am I missing something, why can I not see what they see?
Do I want to, or do I want to stay in the world of learned naiveté?
Have I become weak?
Did I lose my self-esteem?
Why can I succeed at everything else with which I believe?
Do I believe?
Does she believe in me?
Why is it so hard to prove that I would never mock or hurt?
Do I love her?
Beyond belief!