A/N: I had to write this two years ago in my Brit Lit class. Thought I'd share it here. It's mediocre at best, but I like to see how my writing has improved over time. Every word is originally what it was when I wrote it when I was 15. Enjoy. Heathcliff's POV

Remember the Moor

The thunder booms loud and clear

As I stare out the window pane

And I swear I can still see your heavenly face

Even through the thick, grey sheets of rain

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Your twinkling voice still fills my veins

Down to my very core

It makes me feel like I am young again

Spending my days with you down at the moor

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Those are the most precious memories I own

When you and I were the only people to exist

We would always find our way to one another

No matter the amount of rain, fog, or mist.

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When I recall those days when everything made sense

I can feel my heart grow sore

Knowing that I can no longer call you mine

And love you like I did at the moor

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Life has now caught us in its wicked game

Of betrayal and lust and broken dreams

Where all that matters is the name you are given

And all you feel is ripped at the seams

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But we must not get lost, my love

We must reach that closed off door

Which opens to the heart that has been locked for so long

And the only key is you and our moor

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You are the only thing that I truly know

The music that makes my soul sing

If only you could have waited for me, sweet angel

I promise I would have guided you to eternal spring

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And with the daily sufferings of torture, agony, and pain

I can't help but wonder what it is all for

But then I think of your smiling, radiant face

And I can never let go of the moor

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You, my heart, are the reason I breathe

And why I continue to stay

To perhaps catch a glimpse of the sparkle in your eye

That can brighten even my darkest of days

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But, alas, my love for you has been in vain

Although I am no longer poor

For you belong to another man now

And all I have are memories of the moor

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So never forget the times we shared,

Every single laugh, touch, breath, and kiss.

You must know that these thoughts keep me alive

And with each passing day are even more dearly missed

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Now I know I must let you go

After years and years of this personal war

I can no longer keep you where you do not belong

While I forever remain at the moor.

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