Heathdliff and his Kathy met
On Penniston Craig
A cliff on the Yorkshire moors
Fragrant with the smell of heather.
You and I often meet
On our "Penniston Craig"
Where the whole world looks grand
With your loving laughter.
Let our meeting place be a secret
Why should the others know?
Come, O queen of my castle
And say bye to all regrets.
Do not keep me waiting
Like "she" did in "Casablanca"
Do not cause my ending
In the ways of "Ophelia".
(Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay on May 14, 2011. All copyrights owned by the author.