Janet
You feel her like a minstral wind
Warm and zelous, vibrant, and on fire
Enticing enchantments dwell on Ingersoll hill, past on from a Tilbury state of mind
Randy
A tradesman biding for currency, whilst holding satire court through rose coloured glasses
They meet, time stops, a reset has been fathomed
For tender love is  emerging with torrents of wild, primal, passion flashing premonitions