Steaming Up The Windows

So I'm steaming up the windows,
Sitting lonely in the rain,
Longing for a secret someone,
Who appreciates my pain,
He'd be kind and sweet and witty,
Tall, attractive, sincere, too,
Oh, and what more could I wish for,
Someone quirky, just like you.
One who writes his little poems.
To amuse me, make me smile,
One who likes the shroud of secrecy,
On our own romantic isle,
One who wraps his arms around me,
Sealing me in his cocoon,
Won't he please come now and find me,
I am lost, please find me soon.

© 2011 Petit Poet