My heart pumps yet the poison draught of you.
Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same.
With his venom irresistible and bittersweet that loosener of limbs, Love reptile-like strikes me down
To caress the serpent that devours us, until it has eaten away our heart.
Oleander time, she said. Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind.
Love is where you find it. I think it is foolish to go looking for it, and I think it can often be poisonous.
With the first kiss his mouth will taste of wormwood.
As many as the shells that are on the shore, so many are the pains of love; the darts that wound are steeped in much poison.
