Secret Affair

I wrap my hands around her waist

The scent of her, give me a bitter-sweet taste

She's like a ripe fruit hanging from a tree

But I can't get her, for she isn't free.

She struggle from my grip trying to flee

We're once a lover, so let me be.

Her tears start falling from her eyes

That's better, than making her happy with lies.

I love her, I don't want her to leave

Ask me anything, I'm willing to give.

Let me be a criminal and a sinner at the same time

For loving her is like a crime.

Yet, she said she'd better die than be with me

So I stab her back while facing me.

Should I call this as "our love story?"

Or erase the love, and just "our story?"