He was a strange combination
Part what fathers in movies call a romantic little fool
Part what fathers in Russian novels call a depraved egoist
He won't be missed, I'll persist
First he would fall in love like a building imploding
And not be able to control his emoting
Then he would spend a few speechless weeks
Goggling his beloved and reading Keats and reading Dante's
Next if she gave him a sign, he'd send flowers for a time
Then in one magnificent gesture
He could transform himself into a Bluebeard
But not just an ordinary run of the mill Bluebeard
One who was a lecher then he'll put her out to pasture
What does this have to do with the future?
I'm not too sure
What does this have to do with the present?