Melancholy

Dearest,
Melancholy is my kind of bliss
Don't be fooled by the image
Melancholy isn't darkness' friend
It resides in the brightest
of smiles and warmest of hearts.
And, don't you dare
define it by your mediocrity.
As I said, dearest
Melancholy is my bliss
You find them at your lowest
I find them at my best.
Your's and my definition
of melancholy is at two poles

And we are two continents!