The passion of a lover; he see you every morning trying to find you he get lost, when he can't see you, he sing a song of the deep love that burns in his soul "oh thou love is stronger than own death"  he cry like a little children's wanting the hand of his father, and this is truly love that burn not lust corrupting the desire  of flesh  ; waiting till he find you; that sick love that God has for the world the love that God has given us to unite, it is written  "Be fruitful and multiply and fill the earth and subdue it and have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the heavens and over every living thing that moves on the earth let come" O love I'm sick with thou love, it purify me and make me stronger than ever it takes away these wound of my heart don't be afraid love is  the one that brakes 

any jewels and any stone set be free beloved. ~Yehonatan