Song of Solomon, 5
5. I rose to open the door. Myrrh from my hands dripped on the handle of the lock.
5. I rose to open the door. Myrrh from my hands dripped on the handle of the lock.
“O amor e o temor devem sempre andar juntos. O temor sem amor torna-se covardia. São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina