Texty: Marked As His Equal. My Scars Speak Volumes. Ancient Magic.

Our time together
Has been far too short
Though what we have been through
Will last us a lifetime

With distance and time
Our only folly
We toiled on
We soldiered on
To find ourselves in each other?s arms

There is ancient magic
Running through our veins tonight
The kind that protects and heals
As only those who have it know

And as I go to face
The destiny ahead of me
I know the smell of flowers will bring me home