Wheedling

It’s resonateful as yesterday,
Memories flooding in blurry images,
It was never in my wildest imaginations,
I hadn’t even thought that far,
Naive and easy to trick,
Selfish and docile,
Overtly immature and experimental,
In my heart she never was the target,
Manipulation and coercion,
It was a blissful peaceful day,
Strolling in the greeny gardens,
It was nothing but youngsters,
Having fun, trying out the inevitable,
It was neither dangerous,
Nor harmful, so they thought,
We were wrong, it was not just playing around,
It never was the game of interests,
Its painstakingly amazing,
Yes how could we little ones grow so fast,