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.]
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