As she looked back she saw it there,

The thread of hope she had weaved.

All along, through the dark pain and dread,

One golden thread now gleamed.

As she looked ahead, there he stood.

The thread leading her to him,

Here was the boy with the big golden heart,

Gently pulling her in.

And he was to her, what she was to him,

Surely a dream come true.

And she said the words that he wanted to say,

Because both of them already knew.

That fate has a way of working things out,

Of showing two souls the way.

Down a new path that’s bold, one that’s covered with gold,

Where love shines upon them all day.

Genevieve Wolfrum

January, 2010

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