Evil his heart, but honey-sweet his tongue,
No truth in him, the rogue. He is cruel in his play.
Small are his hands, yet his arrows fly far as death.
Tiny his shaft, but it carries heaven-high.
Touch not his treacherous gifts, they are dipped in fire.
Cupid, Aphrodite's winged son and husband to Psyche, is the god of love. He often does his mother's bidding but he is even more fickle than she. He flies about, shooting golden arrows and making people fall in love, usually with unsuitable mates. Mortals usually thank Aphrodite for the love he causes but blame Cupid for the absence of logic when love was involved. He uses two types of arrows, his golden arrows made with Dove feathers once piercing the heart infused that person with unremitting love for the first person whom they saw, and then there were the leaden arrows made with Owl feathers that caused indifference or distaste in those they pierced.