Je Ne Sais Quoi

Can't quite put my finger on the actual ingredients, but I know it's you by the flavorful residue. Sometimes I cannot hear everything you say but I'm in tune with your mouthful of subtle affirmations All of your yeses has me attentively listening As if my ears were stethoscopes and I was prescribed to give your heart hope. I listen although I do not know your definition I can still use you in every one of my sentences Visually, your framed as my foundation for the crown I was meant to wear Some call it bling but I say you've been roots that lead to a golden oasis I akin you to the sun Your scent rivals summer flowers I can close my eyes and know just where I am as if the junction between your thighs were a field of clover And there was no need to search further, but dive right on in You see I know you without knowing knowing you because I am always dreaming about the description of you Described as I am.