He was Ben.
She was Jane.
Two children in a class,
not knowing what was growing
with each paper that did pass.

He was Ben.
She was Jane.
Two pupils in the hall,
drawing hearts on crumbled charts
and letters on the wall.

He was Ben.
She was Jane.
Too shy to hold her hand,
but bold enough to act as tough
and sit by her in band.

He was Ben.
She was Jane.
Their friendship slowly grew,
until one day, dear Jane did say,
“I’ve met a guy like you.”

He was Ben.
She was Jane.
His hope had turned to tears,
knowing what he’d let slip by
as pride had filled the years.

He was Ben.
She was Jane.
In six years time, she knew,
how her heart was tied to him.
When once she found, he flew.

He was Ben.
She was Jane.
Both by their love, did wait
for a bond that never loosed,
but was so ever late.

He was Ben.
She was Jane.
The two did live alone.
Sitting on their fears and tears
until he grabbed the phone.

He was Ben.
She was Jane.
The two did meet for tea.
In four year’s time,
the bells did chime
and so, the pair turned three.

He was Ben.
She was Jane.
The two are now a five.
And all because they took a leap,
the pair feel so alive.

-Amy Struthers

(Image by: Saeed Karimi)