The soul yearns for god (St. Augustin)
The emotion of Love lets the meaning of God converge into a single meaning amongst the diversity of people
Hence, this suggests a singular denotation to the diverse acts of thinking (cognitions) about God
Do you love unicorns? maybe, to a limited degree, if you do not hate them
Yet the love of God, like a true love, is infinite

"My bounty is as boundless as the sea
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite
My true love is grown to such excess
I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth

(Romeo and Juliet)

Can you have infinite love to something that do not exist, where love is turned towards the concrete, the larger in degree it is , the more concrete the object of love is being rendered

This concreteness is characterized by a sense of immanence of the One in Nature. In a very typical form it is expressed in Wordsworth's lines:

A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought
And rolls through all things

or
That light whose smile kindles the Universe,
That Beauty in which all things work and move

And a woman that contemplates the attitude of an Atheist, Richard, who compares God to a Vapour in "The end of the affair" by Graham Greene:

Dear God, I had said; I should have said , Dear Vapour.
I had said, I hate you; but can one hate a vapour?
And yet Richard believed in less even than a vapour. He hated a fable, he fought against a fable, he took a fable seriously. I couldn't hate Hansel and Gretel, I couldn't hate their sugar house as he hated the legend of Heaven. When I was a child I could hate the wicked queen in Snow White, but Richard didn't hate his fairy-tale devil. The devil didn't exist, and God didn't exist, but all his hatred was for the good fairy tale, not for the wicked one. Why? I looked up at that over-familiar body, stretched in imaginary pain, the head drooping like a man asleep. I thought, something I've hated Maurice (her true lover) , but would I have hated him if I hadn't loved him too? O God, if I could really hate you, what would that mean?