Cute poems for dating
Romance is created by the feeling that you are genuinely cared about.
All romance has one thing in common; it must show the other person that you care enough to find out what is meaningful to them.
The once busy street was fast emptying now, the lure of shop windows no longer enticed the casual browser as local traders closed their premises to the oncoming night, solitary lampposts curved hazily into the distance, casting little more than insipid pools mirrored in the gutter below, only the occasional stranger scurrying home on a bleak, rain swept afternoon, the hurried slap of wet leather soles on the pavement, the sightless umbrellas, the infrequent rumble of a half filled bus, hell-bent on its way to oblivion.
In the near distance as the working day ended, a sudden emergence of factory workers told Beamish it was -o'clock, most would be hurrying home to a hot meal, while others, for a quick drink perhaps before making the same old sorry excuse...
It is the way that you show your partner that you care about them.
Every person has their own idea of what they might consider romantic.
If I thought for just one moment that this would be my last breath, I'd tell you I'll love you forever, even beyond death.
If I thought for just one moment that your face would be the last I'd see, I'd take a million pictures and save them just for me.
Believe in me when no one else does You’re my now, my is, my was. I need you more than you can believe, Love you more than you can conceive. No one else in the world could even compare, You’re perfect and so is this love we share.
You are one of those people That can go unnoticed at first, Later only to have me wonder; How?
How did you embed yourself So thoroughly into my mind?
Inconspicuous, his presence noted only by the obscurity and the ever growing number of spent cigarette stubs that littered the ground.
It had been a long day and the rain, relentless in its tenacity had little intention of stopping, baleful clouds still hung heavy, dominating the lateness of the afternoon sky, a rain laden skyline broken only by smoke filled chimney pots and the tangled snarl of corroded television aerials.