An option

ed carpet, flowers along,

Lighted room, perfume so strong.

Balloons all over, photo sneaking out,

Sparkled room with candles all around.

Blind folded eye's, finger's intercrossed,

Feet's feeling the soft red rose.

Stand here, hold your hands,

Whispered a voice with the music of romance.

Opened a box, ring peeking out,

*Will you be my woman*

Shouted the crowd.

All was agreeable, but something was wrong,

The ring her finger had, was something that I belong.

You left me like an option,

And chose her over me.

Wasn't I the one whom,

Your love was supposed to be.