Butterflies in His Eyes

Butterflies in His Eyes

It’s been almost two years, yet every glance feels new,
Like a high school girl in love, every time I look at you.
I see your photo, and my heart begins to race,
Butterflies flutter wildly, just from your face.

Through all the trials we've faced, through every storm and strife,
You remain my breath, my calm, the center of my life.
Your eyes hold a world where only we exist,
In those moments, I forget to breathe, caught up in your mist.

The way you look at me, the way you see my soul,
Makes everything else fade; you make me feel whole.
I catch my breath, remind myself to breathe,
For in your gaze, it’s so easy to believe.

That love like ours is timeless, beyond all space and time,
Two years, two lifetimes, still, you’re only mine.
And though I must wait for you, through prison’s heavy door,
My love will never waver, it’s you I adore.

I will always be faithful, my heart belongs to you,
There’s no other soul mine will ever connect to.
Captivated by you, I’m forever entwined,
No one else could ever cross my mind.

So, my love, know this truth from deep within,
I will always be yours, through thick and thin.
You’re my forever, my only desire,
In your eyes, I find my eternal fire.

~DeAnna Epperson

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