Apollo's Obsession

In the myth about Daphne and Apollo we see that not only does Apollo have a terrible obsession with Daphne but that he is so naive he lets his arrogance take over dim and tries to make cupid look like a fool.” What have you to do with warlike weapons, saucy boy? Leave them for hands worthy of them. Behold the conquest I have won by means of them over the vast serpent who stretched his poisonous body over acres of the plain! Be content with your torch, child, and kindle up your flames, as you call them, where you will, but presume not to meddle with my weapons.”[P.3] He tries to shoe off in a way but he ends up in love with Daphne because of Cupid and he doesn't stop stocking her. He was desperate to have her and he was completely in love. I believe it gets to a point of such desperation that it becomes an addiction. " "He followed her; she fled, swifter than the wind, and delayed not a moment at his entreaties. “Stay,” said he, “daughter of Peneus; I am not a foe. Do not fly me as a lamb flies the wolf, or a dove the hawk. It is for love I pursue you. You make me miserable, for fear you should fall and hurt yourself on these stones, and I should be the cause. Pray run slower, and I will follow slower. I am no clown, no rude peasant. Jupiter is my father, and I am lord of Delphos and Tenedos, and know all things, present and future. I am the god of song and the lyre. My arrows fly true to the mark; but, alas! An arrow more fatal than mine has pierced my heart! I am the god of medicine, and know the virtues of all healing plants. Alas! I suffer a malady that no balm can cure!"[p.4] Apollo doesn't have a cure and this becomes so bad that he must turn her into a tree so she will always be with him and he will make crown out of her bark so he will always have her. "Since you cannot be my wife,” said he, “you shall assuredly be my tree. I will wear you for my crown; I will decorate with you my harp and my quiver; and when the great Roman conquerors lead up the triumphal pomp to the Capitol, you shall be woven into wreaths for their brows. And, as eternal youth is mine, you also shall be always green, and your leaf know no decay.” The nymph, now changed into a Laurel tree, bowed its head in grateful acknowledgement.”[P.5]