Ode to Sorrow

Oh sweet sorrow, how I have grown to love you; You are the only constant in my life. Without you, I would not know what to do; And my mind would always be at strife. You hold me in your cold embrace Unlike Job, I embrace you as well For your presence, nothing can replace. For this place is a sublime hell. Indeed, I hold my sorrow in high regard For without it, my classification would end. Don’t you see? Sorrow is a melancholy’s best friend. And this friend, I will zealously guard.