The smile upon your gentle face, A beacon in the darkest place, Its radiance, a tender grace, That lights up every room. Each curve a brush of morning's glow, Dispelling shadows down below, Where hearts, once weary, find their flow, And color banishes the gloom. Your laughter, like a springtime breeze, Unfurls the leaves on dormant trees, It lifts the waves on tranquil seas, And rescues all from doom. So keep that smile, your precious art, For in its warmth, new dreams will start, And every room and every heart Will blossom and will bloom.