If Only to Love Her


Apollo tip toed into her room again. He couldn't stand it any longer; he needed to see her, even if she couldn't see him. She was everything to him, he didn't care that she was declared off-limits by Zeus. He wanted her, needed her and most of all, loved her. He gently crept up close to her bed. He saw the small smile that always graced her lovely face when she slept. She looked so peaceful. He let his fingers lightly brush her forehead before he heard a familiar condescending voice behind him. "Well, well, what do we have here?"