Two strangers walked around the museum and looked at various
paintings. One in particular caught the attention of both as they stood shoulder
to shoulder just staring at it. The lady in the painting was from an earlier
century and the painter never signed his name to this portrait. Where she sat in
the room looked very familiar to her as the models face looked very familiar to
him. They both turned to each other and spoke of the similar feelings that each
had. Probably just a coincidence from two people who thought something more than
was really there. They talked for quite a while and decided to meet again for a
first date in a local restaurant. His name Arthur rang a bell and her name
Elizabeth did also, but such things happen as we meet other people. After a year
of seeing each other they decided to get married. The priest was a collector of
antiques from previous centuries and commented to him about where he got this
wedding ring. "From a jewelry store in our neighborhood", he replied. "Well this
one is about a century old my dear friend", the priest said. The now married
couple went back to the museum and carefully looked at the portrait in greater
detail. There was a wedding ring on the models finger that exactly matched the
one his wife was wearing. Something they both thought about for years to come,
but did it really matter? In the scheme of things where love is involved, the
past and present somehow connect once again which gives us another chance.
Museums and paintings and familiar strangers come together where they should,
and why not? I stood shoulder to shoulder next to you!....
I love the message, that love is constant. It's timeless and mirrored in objects we desire like wedding rings. I often look at my ring and don't see diamonds, I see the day he proposed, our wedding, our daughter. I look at the ring and see his love for me. The idea that someone else's love somehow had a part at bringing Arthur and Elizabeth is beautiful.
I love the message, that love is constant. It's timeless and mirrored in objects we desire like wedding rings. I often look at my ring and don't see diamonds, I see the day he proposed, our wedding, our daughter. I look at the ring and see his love for me. The idea that someone else's love somehow had a part at bringing Arthur and Elizabeth is beautiful.