She Is Extant

'Where is she? ', I wonder, as I lie down to sleep,
Only when I find her may I then keep
The promise I have held in my heart, for so very long;
Only then, may I satiate the passion, now so very strong,
For a mate for my long-ambattled, yet ever-deserving soul;
Somewhere, in this world of wonder, is mine-
Somehow, I will be made to again be whole,
When I finally find her and our souls combine
To form a unique unity, from a now-disparate duality-
Only when my audacious aspirations marry reality!

She is extant, my heart tells me so...
When dubiety lurks, my faith lets me know
That though I may not now see her,
The very next lady I meet, could very well, be her!

-Maurice Harris,1 September 2011

poem by Maurice Harris
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