While Businessmen talk endlessly,
The Janitor meets my ever need.
A broken chair; a broken heart
Both can be repaired by his kind touch.
His worth is without question,
His knowledge absolute.
Few may descend to his workshop,
Where mysteries and delights await,
But for me the steampipes clang their welcome.
The warm damp air caresses my face,
Sanctuary from a conflicted world.
How fortunate am I to be allied with such strength,
Finding love with … the Janitor.