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.