The Prison Wife's Vow

The Prison Wife’s Vow

In a world of judgment, where whispers run deep,

I stand by your side, my promise to keep.

Loyalty unwavering, through darkness and light,

I’m devoted to you, both day and night.

Behind those cold walls, where freedom’s denied,

I carry our love with honor and pride.

Honesty guides us, no secrets to hide,

In truth, we find strength, with nothing to divide.

They may see the bars, the sentence, the shame,

But I see the man, beyond just a name.

Devotion like mine, they can never understand,

For I am your wife, and you are my man.

Through every trial, I remain steadfast,

Our bond is unbreakable, built to last.

No distance, no time, can weaken our ties,

For in my heart, your love never dies.

So, I stand tall, with my head held high,

Faithful and true, as the days pass by.

For I am your prison wife, loyal and strong,

Together we’ll endure, where we belong.

Written by ~ DeAnna Epperson

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