Winter often comes like a torment,
When, without love, life stretches,
Memories can become a punishment,
Like Heathcliff', waiting -- is each moment.

My 'Cathy' did not deserve to die young,
She was mine and always mine,
No 'Edgar Linton' ever impressed her,
My 'Cathy' is my life's love -- Daphne!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Again, this is one of those poems I composed for Daphne -- rediscovered from an old edition of "Great Expectations" -- Charles Dickens' famous novel.

Heathcliff and Cathy (Catherine/Katherine Earnshaw) are the hero and heroine of Emily Bronte's tragic love novel "Wuthering Heights". I have used their names here as a metaphorical comparison.

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