She saw him looking in the park
For something he had dropped;
She was out for her exercise,
But curious, she stopped
And asked what he was looking for.
He didn’t lift his head,
“I lost my watch. Come help me.”
“I don’t think I can,” she said.
He looked up and he reddened,
And he said, “I’m sorry. Say –”
She laughed and said, “Don’t worry.
Where’d you drop it?” And then they
Looked all around the grass, until
She spotted it. And then
They sat awhile and talked;
Her name was Paige. His name was Ben.
The day drew on, the sky grew dark,
He asked if he could call;
So she gave him her number,
But she didn’t think – at all –
That he’d really ever call her.
But he did, that very night:
Her mom asked, “Who’s this boy?”
She told her mom, “Mom, it’s alright.
His name is Ben. I met him
At the park awhile ago.
He said that he would call me,
And he did.” Her mom said, “So…”
“He wants to go to dinner with me.
Dinner, Friday night,
I don’t have anything to wear.”
“Oh, we’ll make that alright.”
Her mom had never seen this Paige
This side she’d never known:
But love’s a light that won’t be blocked,
And when it shines