Humans were still being built

Century after century

The ones who’ll survive the storms

Smart enough to pick

What nots poison

Will pass on their traits

For a stronger generation

The gods had fun watching them

Cupid especially so

While they did not know language yet

Love was instinctive

Needed for primal pleasure

Often he’d see couples

Just merely look at each other

Then they’d make a baby right there

A story so boring

Can only be for animals

Humans could be so much more

So he came down

Touched the top of their upper lips

Creating a curve

For those who found love

His touch made it so the first sound

Of verbal affirmation was made

At first it was a grunt

Then hundreds of years will pass by

The word love will be created