My Love Is Lost

In late 1939, Judy Garland published a small book of poetry she had written. The book was published privately, and she only gave copies to some of her closest friends. One of the poems in that book had these often quoted lines “For 'twas not into my ear you whispered but into my heart.'Twas not my lips you kissed, but my soul.” The whole poem follows for your enjoyment.

My love is lost.
I held it as a handful of sand, clenching my fist
to hold it there.
Yet, bit by bit, it slipped through my straining fingers.
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.
And when I opened my tired hand and found my
love was gone
I trembled and died.
I struggle to hide my deadness.
To conceal the emptiness in my eyes,
that sparkle with tears always so close
but never come.
My mind quivers and screams, fight, fight to live
But why?
My handful of existence has vanished.
My love is lost.
My love is lost.
~Judy Garland

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