We have a secret,
you and I
that no one
else shall know,
for who but I can
see you lie each
night in fire glow?
And who but I
can reach my hand
before we go to bed
and feel the living
warmth of you
and touch your
silken head?
And only I walk
woodland paths
and see ahead of me,
your small form
racing with the wind
so young again, and free.
And only I can
see you swim
in every brook I pass
and when I call,
no one but I
can see the bending grass.
Author Unknown
