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Aug 2013
His name meant worker of roof tiles
Putting together the new roof work on  my house that was once destroyed by everyone that has ever stepped foot near it
You glued it sealed it and made sure it could never be damaged again
Your work was very expensive and cost me happiness at times.
I remember when you first told me you loved me and that was the day that I knew my house would never be ruined by any natural disaster again.
I knew that if you saw something in me that I couldn't even see in my self you were it.
I knew that eventually the slow sweet kisses would go and that storm wold strike again
But the battles were fought
The kisses got sweeter and my tile is still secure by the greatest man I've ever known
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