Barriers.

There's bulletproof glass between us.
Seperating us yet only by a thin sheet of transparent material.
So close, yet so far...
Impossible to get to each other, but if you hold your hand to the glass for long enough time I can feel the warmth of you.
Call it torture.
Two lovers seperated by an object.
Is it a funny game?
Watching as we suffer...
They say human babies die without human contact.
Is that what "You" want to happen with our love?
"You're" wrong.
There's a weakness in everything...
...even bulletproof glass...
We'll find a way.
We'll get through this
Our love is stronger than it is.