Song of Solomon, 5
15. His cheeks are like a courtyard of aromatic plants, sown by perfumers. His lips are like lilies, dripping with the best myrrh.
15. His cheeks are like a courtyard of aromatic plants, sown by perfumers. His lips are like lilies, dripping with the best myrrh.
“O amor sem temor torna-se presunção.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina