This is part of the poem My Love is Lost By Judy Garland "Now, nothing but memories of every smile, every kiss, and, above all, every word. For 'twas not into my ear you whispered but into my heart. 'Twas not my lips you kissed, but my soul."
She opened her eyes and didn't wonder anymore. He tells her every day how beautiful she is to him, that she is his favorite, his only, his love. That when the sun comes up every morning he chooses her and that he always will. And today, for whatever reason she rested in his reassurance. She finally released all the broken promises in her past and believed she could trust her heart just this once more. Leo Christopher