Midterm

What is love, but a disease without a cure
Where your lover's sins are what you endure
What is love, but your own worst mistake?
Where your daughters' lives are the ones at stake

What is love, but a raging dog
Whose love, you choose to hog
What is love, but the dog's killing bite?
Where darkness takes the place of light

What is love, but a self-affliction?
Your one and only true addiction
What is love, but a prison of desires?
Where in place of wardens you have liars

What is love, but your own worst crime
Where guilt, takes the place of grime
What is love, but the crushing blow
Where you find yourself, sinking low

Who you love, it matters not
Give a little, lose a lot

For Heathcliff, his love was his one, true curse
His devotion to Cathy – even worse
She took his heart and held on tight
Even in death, she continued to fight