They are ideal for each other:
She is weepy and dependent.
He is funny but strong.

He treats her
To film noir –
Flick dark and sexy like my father,
With women whisky-voiced and blonde—
Like your mother.

Your dead mother gets scared
When the movie bullets fly.
My dead father eases his arm
Across her trembling shoulder
And pulls her close to him.

My dead mother never cared for
His public displays of affection,
But yours adores them.