You are drawn to him, though you may not know it.
I am drawn to him, though I may not know it.
Others are drawn to him, though they may not know it.
Yet this is known to him.

His music plays, his golden locks sway in the light breeze.
The strings on his harp stop as he looks up to sun-filled skies.
A prophecy shining in his eyes.
The future holds the unknow.
Yet this is known to him.

A daring glimpse into the future.
What does he see?
Is it sadness, rage, or maybe love?
Love is a significant thing.
This I know, but could not see what the future had in store for me.
Yet this is known to him.

Kind words, a gentle smile, and affection.
This I received from him.
My love, he gets from me.
I did not know what would pass.
Yet this is known to him.

I am drawn to Apollo, to his music, to his light, to his love.
This was not known at the time, for it was all part of the prophecy that shone in his eyes.
Though I may not know it…
This is known to him...