For you someday

Apollo looked back, Daphne's arm turned to bark
As what once felt like palms, became ends of a branch
I'll gather her stems and coal from this hell
I'll make pencil and paper, and you'll read some day

If that is your will
If your heart fears my love
Will you come flip the patty of my gilt on the stove

Could you fall down from grace so I won't be alone?
Oh to feel your hand's graze from heaven's above

The burning of heart, one that I've come to known
Am I less of a monster than those from below?
As I babble tongue twisters that sound like an odd
Oh, little star, won't you twinkle above?