The Anthurium is poisonous and I feel that Love is a similar feeling to being poisoned, or maybe to be ill. You have a fever, a sickness, thirst and one’s body aches, like a virus it is growing inside you as though in your blood, in every cell of your body.
I also tried to express how love is like being caressed by a snake - it's embrace can be so tight that you can't breathe, then it is so difficult to breath normally that you can only just sigh. Black thorns denote jealousy and scratch the fragile, sensitive soul. I made the knot a bit tighter to prevent that though....
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