All or Nothing

What am I, if not simply flesh on bone? Everything is connected, even the most distant star and a rose at your feet. God could have taken these forms if he really intended for us to be physically apart, with not a single grain of free will.

What am I, if not simply flesh on bone? A worn-out heart imprisoned in a deformed cavity, beating against smoke-tainted lungs! God must have known that being human is the most beautiful way to experience love.

What am I, if not simply flesh on bone? Instead, in an attempt to recreate his boundless love, He embodied you and me. Well, knowing that the distance between us would only stir the depths of our attraction. Well, knowing that we would overcome separation and lock lips in unison.