Love is the sweetest venom.

Lawrence: I told her I wanted her body and not her love. I lied.

Ronan: I fell in love with a lie . . .

She was beauty and destruction.

Kissing her was a tender song. Owning her body, a wild poem. Loving her, my downfall. But she was mine. Or so I thought.

Blaire: One man offered me his love. The other, the world.

I'm falling, falling, falling . . .

And there's no end in sight.