when we were to fear winds, <br />like autumn leaves, <br />when we were to elope, <br />in our hidden dreams, <br />when we were to awaken, <br />together in chilled nights, <br />and cry with sore eyes, <br />with broken hopes, <br />and straying in swamps of dismay, <br />with orchis hearts, <br />and we were to paint, <br />our love hillock gaily, <br />with our green visions, <br />it was spade of mine, <br />and a dream of yours, <br />and now how strange it is, <br />that you dont know me.<br /><br />Rafique Farooqi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-strange-it-is/
