You're my own Mary Martin
And I your Ezio
We played the "Overture" on-line
Until I called you.

At the sound of
your ageless voice
I asked
"Dites Moi",
You are such a
"Cock-eyed Optimist"
We shared our
"Twin Soliloquies"
On "Some Enchanted Evening"
We laughed
And said
Some morning
We would have to share
A "Bloody Mary"

Months before
"My Girl Back Home"
Had left me
When I said
"There Is Nothing Like A Dame"
Sarcasm dripped
From my lips

You had
Long left
"Bali Hai"
And sworn
"I'm Gonna Wash
That Man Right
Outta my Hair"

But we found
One another
You told me
"I'm In Love With
A Wonderful Guy"
And I told you
You make me feel
"Younger Than
Springtime"

We shared
"Happy Talk"
With silly
Terms like
"Honey Bun"
And serious chats
Where we explained
What we'd been
"Carefully Taught"
And how we
Thought that
"This Nearly Was Mine"
And how
Surprised
We were
To find
That our
"Finale"
Was but
A new
Beginning.

Young readers - Please have your parents explain this poem to you. But be glad that even us old farts can be romantic.