Apollo

I never meant that much to you, Though from Olympus' heights you came; Yet I gave you my mortal love, While you played your immortal game. Although my heart I freely gave, I never meant that much to you; You wooed me with your golden harp On fragrant grass 'neath skies of blue -- And when you scaled the heights once more, Did you think I would slowly die? I never meant that much to you -- So why do you now shake and sigh? Oh, how the golden god has changed! Your sun-kissed hair has lost its hue; And I have wed a mortal man -- I never meant that much to you.