My Secret The cool breeze of fall doth ruffle my feathers, While mounting my steed and strapping her leathers I spot in the distance a man that is mounted Horse dark as night Built string as mountains And as I gaze I can see his deep eyes Color of sapphires more brilliant than the skies His hair shows of auburn and tight to his head With a beard sprinkled in crimson and boots blazing red The dark could behind him build tension and wonder Full up of lightening Worrying me with thunder. Who is this man? So dark and so dreamy. I wish to touch him his posture so weary. Maybe he needs me, this rogue man of freedom. Wandering the hills his tenderness showing seldom Let me break down the walls of his darkness Ones that keep him seeming so heartless. I wish to show him the beauty of love Love of a scorceress is the best love of all Bind him with spells Keep him from hell And mostly enchant him with loves greatest swells Forever my secret From the valley of the Dells