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 loving 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