Michelangelo And David The Untold Love Story

I held Michelangelo's diary to my breast. Tears of gratitude welled in my eyes along with my determination to see this vision of undying love as soon as possible. As I entered the Hall of Prisoners, I stopped in mid-step. I saw him at a great distance for the first time. I constrained myself to keep from running. This was David, the love of Michelangelo’s life.