Song of Solomon, 8
1. Ah, why are you not my brother, nursed at my mother's breast! Then if I met you out of doors, I could kiss you without people thinking ill of me.
1. Ah, why are you not my brother, nursed at my mother's breast! Then if I met you out of doors, I could kiss you without people thinking ill of me.
“Recorramos a Jesus e não às pessoas, pois só ele nunca nos faltará.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina