Sulphur.

The sun on a wet morning, the beautiful sunset on a beach,
The leaves of trees in autumn, their freshness in early spring,

If I could capture these in a moment, it'd be your smile.
The crease in your cheeks, two sets of lovely dimples,
A perfect set of teeth,
The allure of your divine lips,

It'd be your pedigree, your essence captured in intricately woven lines of prose,
Every nook and cranny that encapsulates you,
From the brilliance that is your mind, to your divine breasts,
From the fullness of your hips, to the sweetness if your lips,

Beauty.