It’s romantic, isn’t it?
A walk by the river in the city as the sun sets.
Maybe Paris, London, Chicago—New York, even.
But it is enchanting.
The bustling of shift-changers and shoppers, entertainers setting up for the evening—everyone else coming down.
And all of this in a peaceful, almost rhythmic kind of way.
Now that’s just magic.
Simply wonderful.
Yes, the company makes a difference, but as long as there’s love, it’s worth sharing.
And that is romantic, dammit.
So why don’t you take her hand in yours, look her in the eyes, kiss her, and go for a walk down by the river?
It may not mean anything to you, but trust me—she’s worth it.
A Poet’s Qualm 