“Can I see you outside for a minute?”

“Listen, there’s something I’ve been meaning to mention….”

Ominous, hey?  Isn’t it remarkable how certain turns of phrase can strike fear in our hearts.

The power of the spoken word. No wonder dandies and their ilk used to recite flowery verses of courtly love. Funny, songs and song lyrics are as popular now as in the past, but when was the last time you heard a custom-poem recited aloud? A lost art, perhaps, the modern equivalent of Spoken Word or Slam Poetry seems all to be angry and despairing of a peaceful and healthy world. Certainly rarely about love.

Then again, maybe it’s more honest.  Those fops and cads seemed to fall in and out of love, based on the curve of a cheek, a hue of the lips, lustrous-ness of the hair… which was almost certainly a wig… yes, if not dishonest, certainly fickle.

Well, those were all the thoughts I had.  I just wanted to talk to you for a minute….