A poem by Apollo

A random poem by Apollo to his dearest love, Hyacinth.

A poem
By: Apollo

Walking through the narrow grass
comes a handsome man.
Other gods ask for a pass
for his hand.

They worship and try
his patience through and through.
But I, the legend, fly
to his rescue.

My dearest Hyacinth, I watched you
as you faded away.
I fought through,
and made it so you'd stay.

Though a flower, you hold the power
to bring back memories.
While I cower behind your flowers,
hoping you won't see.