O, if my husband could only love me even a little and not seem to be perfectly indifferent to any sensation of that kind… O my poor aching heart when shall it rest its burden only on the Lord.
O, if my husband could only love me even a little and
O, if my husband could only love me even a little and not seem to be perfectly indifferent to any sensation of that kind… O my poor aching heart when shall it rest its burden only on the Lord.
