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I will love you ‘til after the world curls.
When photos yellow and turn up corners,
as dust from the shoebox blown off, adjourns
and the house is cleaned out with the mourners.
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I love you as the world curls round the day
diverting darkness from my potential.
Hope at the heart of every choice I made
so that yours exceeds the exponential.
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I loved you as the world curled round your hair.
So fricking Cute! And bouncy in your perm.
To see the love of life through ringlets flair,
dancing with the world, steady as it turns.
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Send all the straight and easy lines away.
This path is difficult and cabaret.
About the Creator
G. Douglas Kerr
I am a hermit and sometimes come out of my shell.



Comments (2)
This is so sweet.
What pulled me in is the fact that this first line is an instant classic, like a true solid hyperbole that just feels as if it has always been here waiting to be claimed - gorgeous and visceral and easily visualized. And then your language to follow is so heartfelt and effortless and truly a testament to the love between a father and daughter, like without any conditions or requests. It's wonderful and so well written. When I read the line about her hair being "fricking cute" I was taken out of the flow and, though the style was different for a moment, after a pause I realized it is a sweet new path within this piece that reminds the author that this is from a father, who is adoring his daughter - that it's allowed to be less authorshippy and more affectionate - that it can "curl" in whatever way it needs to for the purpose it was written. So those are all of my deep thoughts about your work, hah, but mainly just want to say this is special and lovely.