For Apollo Poem by A W

Golden sunshine, all alone
Sparkling through dew dropped grass
Sweet music coming through crystal stained glass
A type of love going through the air
Of art and music, of song and dance
An ocean of passion in every book
A sea of tenderness in every look
His beautiful voice fair and true
Always giving to those in need
But don't exchange his kindness for greed
A strong piercing arrow is your heed
For vengeance will cause a heart to bleed