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What
terrible toxin tinges my taste?
For the surer, safer sweetness of one,
Whom, for you, I would be willing to waste
A lifetime's comfort for one night of none.
This elixir of love drunk to my death,
Served by the kiss that now kills my kind
heart,
Has choked off all reason, captured my breath,
With bewitching blasts of lips' liquid art.
Such poison of passion passed on to me,
And with smiles, intense infections I drink;
You are both my disease and remedy--
For I die, then am brought back from the brink.
My health and well-being are both remote,
I swallow your love, not its antidote.
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