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.
Copyright © John Henry Galas | Year Posted 2015
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