A/N: This is the first real poem I've really made. If you could, please review. Its not that great and I really want to get better. Thanks
All but gone
Setting down
Upon thy crown
A little wistful notion.
That one day
While I'm away
You'll come in one swift motion.
Taking the time
To call you mine
You are like ever none.
My love for you
Is all but through
For you are all but gone.