"I love you," Apollo said, the words as easy as breathing as he climbed to his feet and caught her face in his hands. "Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love, Erato. I will love you till all the firey stars crumble till dust, till the moon no longer loves the earth, till the sun blinks out cold. I love you."