Teenage groups find each other;
meeting together on a hill.
Greeting without a bother,
seeking their turn for thrill.

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One boy spies a chubby girl and sits beside;
not great looking, skin splotchy with strange hair.
Feeling there is magic, so he passes up his ride,
as he senses a lot more is going on there.

His eyes are blinded by the music he hears,
it is as if she has life itself all figured out.
Though the boy loner draws the eyes of peers,
just a few smiles, no epithets did they shout.

He instantly develops a deep love and admiration,
she strangely enough, for him thinks the same.
They become each other's confiding inspiration,
cherishing each other's good company and name.

She surprises him as she states he's the best,
telling him to go swing, so she can watch now.
She cheers him on and makes him feel blest,
wanting to see him again, not known when or how.

She states that she will try her best to return soon,
would he please be at the rope swing, the same time each day.
Agreed as their spirits together cycle like sun and moon,
each day he returns, hoping they will talk and play.

As the weeks pass by, he doesn't hold much hope,
but can sense her spirit there and the importance;
at least he can swing alone and take a ride on the rope,
looking at the empty rock upon the hill's solid portance.

He makes it home, after having his lonely, but good time,
Mom inquired if it is Margie that he still seeks.
Mom's face stopped breathing, "This responsibility is mine;"
gulping, "Margie had leukemia and is now in the Lord's keep."

Mom knew the name, the facts and when, where and how;
He now had to go back one more time, for Margie's sake.
It was if her patient spirit was there waiting now,
it seemed that she was allowed to have just one date.

Into your life, then out again love swings;
caught for even a minute, you then touch a life.
Shamefully, most people don't see love in such things,
passing up what they should foster,
a spirit filled love that's with pleasures, rife.