Steam Esteemed Love

I blew an air on mirrors face
Someone left a coded message
Steam blown air sits on whispers edge


Dainty shapes of heart and splodge marks left
For wander haunt  of, the who, the how, when
Such graffiti of passion felt left marked to be discovered 


Finger print marks of time capture
Slowly fades to hide it secrets
Someone left a coded message


Shapes of heart lay tantalize hidden behind visible glass
A breath of steam, of life to discover
Love came by and left a coded message