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? It doesn't