Unknown

I found you and I lost you,
all on a gleaming day.
The day was filled with sunshine,
and the land was full of May.

A golden bird was singing
it’s melody divine,
I found you and I loved you,
and all the world was mine.

I found you and I lost you,
all on a golden day.
But when I dream of you, dear,
it is always brimming May.

Paul L. Dunbar