Good love will not stand by and watch the beloved be destroyed by some pet wickedness that will harm him or kill her. Good love is ferociously, self-sacrificially protective of the one it cherishes. And so in this sense all good loves are jealous, and all of them intolerant of that which will violate the one they love, even when the danger is something the beloved adores more than the lover.
To be totally and indescriminately tolerant, even of that which will kill the soul or the body, isn’t love.
It is indifference.