Radiance...

She watched him split the log in two, his muscles rippling with each decent of the axe.
Perhaps it was his destiny to split things, she thought with a chuckle, and he had grown better at it each passing day.
He did no great deeds of valor, or deep acts of love , but what pulled her towards him, like a moth to the fire, was the radiant sanguine soul of his, eternal and constant. Neither could she ever understand the secret behind the joy he mustered at all times, good and bad, nor did he ever take the time to explain. But she knew that the reason behind it was she herself in a way, and secretly cherished the knowledge of it. He, knowing what she believed in, kept up the radiance for her to bask in during the good times and keep warm in the bad.
For in her happiness lied his, and in his her...