Love the great narcotic was the revealer in the alchemist's bottle rendering visible the most untraceable substances. Love the great narcotic was the agent provocateur exposing all the secret selves to daylight.

When you're in my arms, I know you're mine. But your feet are so swift, so swift, they carry you as lightly as wings, I never know where, too fast, too fast away from me.

When you trust, you are tender and delicate, but when you doubt, you are dangerous and destructive

You are that to me, an oasis. You drug me and at the same time you give me strength.

His entire body was pleading for reassurance, and if her whole love was not enough what else could she give him to cure his doubt?

So many broken promises, each day an aborted wish, a lost object, a misplaced unread book, cluttering the room like an attic with discarded possessions.

The potion drunk by lovers is prepared by no one but themselves. The potion is the sum of one's whole existence.

And it is that which draws me to you, too, for you are the tropics, you have the sun in you, and the softness and the clarity...

Every word spoken in the past accumulated forms and colors in the self. What flows through the veins besides blood is the distillation of every act committed, the sediment of all the visions, wishes, dreams and experiences. All the past emotions converge to tint the skin and flavor the lips, to regulate the pulse and produce crystals in the eyes.