Time Knows Nothing Except Poem by Gert Strydom

Time knows nothing except
what lies in moments past.
If I could make these moments last
you may know
why I love you
but mere words
are never enough
to tell you.

No explanations really do explain
why there’s winter rain
out of season

and what have made
your heart frozen
while the sun still shines

and what have made
your feelings come back again
and the sun go on its way
to another day

and I cannot tell you
and neither do you know
where our lives
are going to go.

Red roses will flower again
and be given to you
by someone

and if I may
I will still love you
and time will know nothing
except to say
I have told you so.

[Reference: If I could tell you by WH Auden.]