Like Deluka, I think of pedophilia. Which is what Deluka is talking about, except being very round-about with it. And you know what, I think your conscience did well. If he/she was extraordinarily young, like she was a child and you an adult, then I'm glad you stayed away. Maybe I'm assuming things, but then again, poetry's all about assumptions sometimes and making the best estimate of the poet you can.
You're not a pedophile, as far as I know.
This was pretty melodic and felt a little ancient in a sense that the words and the feeling overall made for a very aged read. There's some wisdom, some characteristic of live-and-let-live-for-I-have-lived, mostly in the last stanza. But you talk about giving this person a good experience, through experience. You know when you read something and you get an array of vibes? I'm getting that here. I sound like an idiot most of the time, but here especially. I just get a lot of different complexes and conflicts arising from the subject. Bitterness, longing, jealousy, surrender.
It sounds a little medieval. And also, this wouldn't have been an issue back then.
Yeah i guess you did it well, good imaginary and the symbols that you used are ok, so good after all, and thanks for sharing, take care of you, and have a nice day, and thanks for the comments, too.
peace and love
Reading this one now for the fourth time....and each time i read it i came up with the same meaning...so here goes....you have met someone who is younger than you and there seems to be a connection...but your conscience tells you it's wrong....So you go on down the road leaving this person behind only having memories of this person....If I'm right then I'm glad you listened to your conscience because if this person is to young you did the right thing by walking away....If it's meant to be then when she/he is old enough and if you two feel the same connection then go for it....anyways thats just my opinion ....take care
The knowledge of what is right and what is wrong prevents you from straying from promised devotion?
A lost art, I think.
I epecially enjoyed the last stanza; leaving possibilities to chance and walking your chosen path, faithfully and tenderly.