This ain't regular love, This Gangsta' Lovin'

She’s mine. Everything piece of her is mines. Her body belongs to me, her hair, face, and mostly her soul. You see, yes, I am crazy. I’m crazy for her, I’m her lover. She’s my lover. Even if she hates me, I will get what’s mines. I crave her in so many ways. Love, Lust, Happiness and also Death, I missed her sweet, strawberry lips. I missed her wonderful scented hair. I lust for her body. My heart longs for her heart. And my anger, wants her dead. If I can’t have her, then no one will. If she doesn’t be with me, then she won’t be with anyone. If she doesn’t be mines………. Then her body will be buried…… Alive. I love A’Quina Rosia Marinez. And no one will stop me from being with her. No One.