He swept me off; br yes, right from my behind.br His hands were not cold, br yes, they were not cold.br br While I sobbed; br he wiped my tears, br in my teary eyes I tried to see, br but my gaze met the cloud.br br He sang the songs; br that wriggled my waist.br When I turned to see, br he who played so well, br his behind was what was left.br br As they dropped, br from my lips, br the same words he said back to me, br as I ran to catch up; br he flew away from my reach.br br Now, my heart aches, br for it abhors the unknown.br I ache to know what he knows, br that I know not yet.br br Am facinated by his aura, br yet oblivious of his looks.br br Am in love with a stranger.br he was here and there, br he knows me but dares me to.br br Am in love with the stranger; br and I wish not to unlove.