Daughter of Apollo (a poem from A son of Aphrodite)

My heart speaks to thee,

With heartache I will forever be,

In sorrow I will never see,

How you think of me.

With my heart I know,

You are too good for me.

I can feel the weakness of my heart,

As I try to set it free.

Give me a smile, a word,

Or a message by bird,

I await to be told,

With my heart on hold.

You shine like the sun,

that your father guides.

Across the horizon,

I see you rise.

In my heart I hear your name,

My mother speaks it to me.

Aphrodite is who I blame,

With all my heart, I wish you free.

Daughter of Apollo my love is true,

I can feel my heart beat for you.

If my eyes could look to the sun so bright,

I would see your face filled with light.

As Aphrodite once told me,

All is fair in love and war.

I believe not so, for you are much more.

I love you so.

Oh, daughter of Apollo, please notice me.

I need you for me to be free.

My heart loves you, for I cannot flee.

Please, can you love me?