Julianna May

I once wrote a poem entitled ‘These Nights.’
In which I said “these nights are the nights that will fade into
                                 oblivion.”
But, my dear, since then I have counted each night as its own wonder.
A magnificent gift bestowed to me that carries it’s own marvelous
                                mysteries.
Each night a new fantastic lesson could be learned or some new marvel beheld.
My dear, this outlook is because of you; on that night I dared to say would fade
                               to oblivion,
                 That was the night I met you.