There's some fun, playful language here, but I'm not entirely sure what's happened. I'm guessing Cupid was supposed to shoot someone in the heart but hit their butt instead? I'm not sure what effect that'd have though? Would it still work, or would it only cause pain without affecting love?

A few of the rhymes are a stretch, and there's no regular meter, but it was still fun to read, and I appreciate people contributing a quick piece just to have something in these poetry rounds.

Hm, I'm not sure I get any meaning from this, but it's still quite interesting just from the standpoint of perspective. It makes me wonder at what point this object (and others) will be retrieved and put in a museum, or left where it is in a cordoned off area for tourists to come see. There's a pervasive mood of loneliness and spent purpose but with a glimmer of hope, and maybe a bit of satisfaction in accomplishment? Nicely done.

"Shall I quote the Immortal Bard?" her paramour sighed.
"Call me butt love," the stricken one replied.

Who knew in those bold days what would be heaven sent?
Now Ares knows full well what our Perseverance meant.