Precious
It gives strength to those feeling weak, even the one it belongs to.
Showing at times a look of pure, genuine happiness, but also a steely determination.
Sometimes it is small, quiet, barely visible to onlookers and almost unknown by its owner.
Sometimes it is large, wide, filled to the brim with laughter and happiness as few have ever seen.
Fire, be it crackling with laughter or blazing with resolve, always uses it as a sweet kindling.
Though used in moments of mirth, it is also present in times of sorrow; almost as if it tries to part the clouds all on its own.
Regardless of the feelings it shows or hides, regardless of how dark the shadows upon it, it is more precious and beautiful than gold. Perhaps it is in its simplicity that its true value lies, for it is not extravagant or ornate; and yet, it is more glorious than most things that claim to be prominent. It is more meaningful and treasured than any other of its kind, and shines much brighter than any sun or star.
And yet, with all it communicates, not a single word does it ever utter; not even the tiniest whisper.
Money cannot buy it, and only pure intentions and kindness can obtain it genuinely.
It is but a smile that has all this power: The power to raise your spirits or bring you to tears. All this value: The worth of a thousand kingdoms' castles, with their stony walls a mosaic of gemstones. All this beauty: The appearance of a sunrise over a glorious range of mountains and valleys, with brilliant blue rivers flowing through lush green fields, with millions of the finest butterflies occupying each rainbow patch of flowers.
It is this smile when on his face that so defines each breathtaking aspect, and it is only on his face that its presence is truly longed for. Smiles come to every face in time, but it is only on his face that such a look holds so much, says so much, means so much, is worth so very much more than anything else attainable in this life.
On his cheeks that glow like the sun, in his eyes that glimmer like a brilliant golden moon, a smile brings a brilliant beam of light; a beam of light that when shone on any who happen to see creates an equal expression.
And when shone upon one who longs more than anything to bask in its glow, it brings to her face her own separate smile, and it brings to her heart a feeling for the original beauty that many may experience, and that many already have. But unlike the others, this particular strand of emotion cannot, and will not, be cut by the scissors of time, or severed by the knife of distance.
For as long as he lives, as long as he smiles, she will as well; and as long as he lives, as long as he smiles, their strands of that same wonderful feeling will be tightly entwined.