The Heart of a King

On a chilly December day in upper Manhattan, their worlds came together in a perfect moment that forever changed their lives. A proposal of love, loyalty and devotion. He chose The Cloisters Museum to profess his endless love to a girl who possessed golden trusseled curls and his heart in her hands. Her name is Kiera. And rather than write anymore, I shall instead share their words with you because there is no way I could ever write anything more beautiful, emotional or breathtaking than the words they spoke to each other.

Above the museum, on the rooftop overlooking the New York Hudson River, with the crisp, cold winter wind blowing her hair,  he whispers to her these words...

"Kiera, your hands are warm to hold. Your blue eyes are natural wonders in themselves. I can count on you to laugh at my jokes, good or bad. With you, I feel empowered to do anything. You are a true compliment. My love, the one I will care for the rest of my life."

With tears in her crystal blue eyes, she replies "David, you are not your average, adorable, tri-lingual mexican...You are humble, spiritually driven, undeniably genuine and you have the heart of a King. Falling in love with you was simple and unavoidable. If before, I saw in black and white, with you, I now see in color."

This is just their beginning. The first chapter.

Pictured above is the Three Village Inn.