Most things in life can be bought, earned, acquired or achieved.
You my dear, are not one of these things.
Your love is such a mystery, unlike any I’ve ever known.
This is why I so desire, to call your heart my home.
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Ryan Barbin
Creative Arts Specialist. Writer/Copywriter, Musician, Producer, Visual Artist, and Entertainer. Owner of IYAM Entertainment Studios in Las Vegas, NV. (www.iyament.com)
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