• 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
    Its 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.

    im not very artistic but this poem came from my heart