Sometimes I wish love was just an option,
that feelings materialized by chance
and the many rooms of the heart were filled with cotton.

That we could choose to see what's behind the door,
that it was an A, B or C answers on a game show.

That it was a myth, the most ridiculous fantasy novel,
that it could easily be buried on a night with alcohol and a shovel.

I wish love was just an option,
that it came with the ability to fly,
because us mortals are not equipped to fall from such heights,
but yet, we do.

I wish love was just an option,
that our tears were made of sugarcane bliss
and the taste on our lips didn't belong to a kiss
but yet, they do.

Because love it's not an option,
it’s not a text message filled with X’s & O’s
it’s not Hollywood happy ending
it’s not a Kardashian wedding
it’s not a facebook ‘Relationship Status’
it's not iPhone App
it’s not what’s perceived on the outside
it's the parade of emotions running rampant in your insides.

Because love is not an option, my love,
alas, it's the only one.