Song of Solomon, 4
1. You are beautiful, my love, oh, how beautiful you are! Your eyes behind your veil are doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats, streaming down the heights of Gilead.
1. You are beautiful, my love, oh, how beautiful you are! Your eyes behind your veil are doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats, streaming down the heights of Gilead.
“O amor e o temor devem sempre andar juntos. O temor sem amor torna-se covardia. São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina