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My Perfect Mate, Where is He?

(The Eternal Internal Quest)

by Elizabeth Van Cleve (May 19, 1982)

What makes me think I need a man

Is it if I never find him, I 

will only live in sorrow

Feeling that I'm merely half a person 

without a man

Or will I die without a dream 

for tomorrow

Many dream of finding their perfect mate

And are so unhappy until he's found

Others claim they've found him

in a single date

Then some learn later

he isn't quite sound

I'm told, somewhere in the world there is

or was

a man for me

Yet, as I sit here now I doubt

he'll ever come to be

There are always those who say to this

"Give it time; you'll see"

But, I'd rather say I don't need

a man

who is so very right 

for me

Some find me crazy

or feel I'm disillusioned

Yet, I think I desire more of life

than one man

to make me happy

I think people who are unhappy searching

are the disillusioned

For they think of nothing

for themselves

to truly make them happy

Musicians who compose

seek style and distinction

I'd rather seek this

for myself

than have a man and go into extinction

putting my good qualities

on a shelf

If there were my perfect mate

out there

I hope 

he wouldn't need me

He would live

his life so fully

leaving nothing bare

And I would be 

what I must be

living forever happily