You're the Faulkner of my unconscious
Where language is as As I Lay Dying.
Poe of my morbid fears of separation
And the betrays of The Cask of Amontillado.
Shelley of my lost vision of Kubla Khan.
Shakespeare of my genuine passion and sonnet 116.
Austen of my lavishing sentiments and conquering of Mr Darcy.
Keats of my visionary love.
Yeats of my humble yearnings .
Brooke of my patriotic senses of worshiping you .
Joyce of my debauchery .
Wilde of my perfection.
Eliot of my religious cherishing of you.
EL James of my Fifty Shades.
And the list ends and you eternally live on.
YOU ARE READING
SHALL
PoetryRanked # 494 in poetry 2017 Everlasting agony and infinite 'shall' in my decaying soul .
