Where is my May?

THIS IS A POEM BY FERNANDO MA. GUERRERO.

My happy days have passed away,
The hills and woods have lost their flower.
Where is my May?
Where are its sweet and charming hours?

Cheer me, my star, and give me light
To see at least a pleasant way;
Show me your eyes so fair and bright,
To find my way.

With thoughts of care I bend my head.
Where is My May?
I am alone, I eat my bread
Away from you so far away.