Long ago, just before the beginning
of the Renaissance, lived an artist. However, his work never
appeared on canvas or silk, for he was an architect. He
created beautiful buildings and structures that were unmatched
in beauty and design. But there was something "magical" about
the buildings he would create. For when people entered broken
hearts were mended, lost loves were reunited and angered
lovers reconciled.
He soon became known as the
Architect of the Heart. His work was in such great demand he
labored around the clock creating for others what he secretly
longed for himself - True Love. He had known this rare
kind of love once. A young maiden he had courted many years
ago, but they had been separated by circumstance. He never
forgot about her. He longed for the day that they might meet
again.
One day as he strolled through the
village he saw a figure off in the distance walking toward
him. As the person became more in focus he dropped to his
knees, for it was her. In her hands she carried a wooden box.
As she approached him their eyes met and his heart was filled
with emotion.
I have come to find you, I have made
this for you, it is from my heart. It holds something that has
always and will forever more belong to you, she said. As he
arose he took the box from her and opened it. Inside laid a
pewter key. It is a Key To My Heart my love. It has been said
it can only be given to your true love and that is you.
Overcome with emotion he said the only thing that could be
said…
Welcome Home to my Heart.