As Close As Touch

At first love was like visible puzzle piece,

To the parents’ and the classes’ as visible as can be.

But yet neither a visible thing nor a simple one.

Yet like an onion, each layer is peeled by the generations.

First it was arrangement,

Then it was class,

Soon nationality took the mix to make love a melting pot.

Then it were things that were noticeable to an artist’s brush,

An inch, a wrinkle, color, not even who they were,

It did not matter to love.

As we progress to the current generation,

I thought we fully understand human emotion

But since we are afraid to touch and get involved with our feelings,

I fear this great barrier would only widen for the next generation.

Only until we understand to be human can we truly break the wall.