This Mystery Persistent . . .

There is this mystery persistent,
query repetitive, curiosity unsatisfied:

Where be Mistress Sarah Rhiannon Jones?

She hath become the figment of my imagination. My dearest memories of her haunt me as I sit in Youth Group. I look for her beautiful countenance amongst her peers and find her missing!

Shall we ever be graced with her essence again? Shall we erect a memorial stone to her? And upon it, what doth one engrave?

"Here marketh the memory
of Sarah the Fair
glib of tongue, genteel,
an ever soothing balm of delight
not only upon the eyes, nay, truly
within the heart
lost sooner than late to the
abysmal pursuit of knowledge,
an education of great esteem…
We miss thee fair one
our intelligence quotient
Fails us completely
in the shadow of your absence."

You must come around soon. We need help in explaing this picture.