A Wuthering Heights Poem
Cathy,Loving you is my personal hell,
And yet I still fell...
After your burial,
Everything else became trivial.
Revenge is my constant distraction,
To forget our previous infraction.
All our personal evils got in the way,
Now we'll never have our day.
At the moors I will be yours,
Where the wind blows outdoors.
Our spirits will roam together,
Where our love will last forever.
-Heathcliff
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