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To My Heathcliff

To My Heathcliff

By Mitzi Danielson-Kaslik

Upon first looking into Wuthering Heights

I believe I have found my Heathcliff

He bares an undeniable passion and fire

For life and for living and - though he

Perhaps does not poscess the gentry of

An Edgar – I am blessed to be the Catherine

He fell for.

Like them we run wild and free and play

Like children all day; running through fields

Of gold and dancing in streams and laying

On the hill side by The Heights.

We laugh at Thrushcross Grange for its gentry

Stupidly and foolishness and falseness and pretention

And then we return to Wuthering Heights – our own

Fierce, fiery Heights where trees grow uncontrolled and

The grass is never cut.

My Heathcliff, I must thank you for saving me from

The Grange and an Edgar Linton, I life of Heaven I could

Never endure and instead giving me a world in which

My heart can run wild and free and bare an undeniable

Passion – one which I can only hope one day will grow to

Be like yours.

But until then I am free to dream of the moment you

Come home from work and throw your arms around me

And tell me that you love me. You love Me.

I love you.

I will never be stupid enough to be drawn to an Edgar.

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Mitzi Danielson-Kaslik
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13 Sep, 2020
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