Purity Lost

When young, how love too, was young.
Fresh, suckling; innocent,
dependant and unquestioning.

Honest wants, needs, desires,
were played to be won,
painless victory assured.

Where was swaddled purity lost?
When did cheating choices,
choose to spoil or complicate?

Was it pugilistic puberty,
brought awareness to
wear and fray, with bravado?

Could it be adolescent
angst, that sulking, sullenly
declared its strength a weakness?

Or would yet adult err, with mature
madness, mangle servitude,
promoting serf to master of all?

Who e’re the villain be, I wish
bestowed, the harshest punishment,
for the death, he hath caused!