Easily Valentine

You could easily see
He was not yet free
Of worldly drives and passions

Though wrinkled enough

And scourged enough
To have overcome the notions
 
Of a youth spent dreaming
He was still a boy of twelve inside
Or what felt like a girl of ten
 
Stupefied by the world
Another simpleton waiting
To be deflowered
 
But it was then that he felt
Most empowered
Most himself most in love