How do I mourn thee?

How do I mourn thy shining smile for thy eyes have never gazed upon such a spectacle?

How do I mourn thy soothing song when the sound has never graced thy ears?

How do I mourn the breeze of thy presence when in one chamber we have never been?

How can I not mourn thee when stories of thy delight float from room to room?

How can I not mourn thee when images of thy face haunt and enchant?

How can I not mourn thee when tears to thine beloveds eye therein bring?

For hereby thee be gone and never caught in my lasting memory,

Yet they tell of why thou shall mourn and grieve and grovel for thee whom thou have never seen.

They seek to pity the one whom has never seen,

But thou will not pity thyself for never seeing, rather rejoice.

To be spared the mourning and grieving and groveling of thy departure is a joyous occurrence,

For if what is spoken is true, thou is indeed joyous to evade what dark shadows follow thee who remembers.