The Reproductive Derived Trait Exclusive to Primates of Genus Homo

The thought that we are merely intelligent apes
Makes it all seem sort of pointless, doesn't it?
Love is but a beat within the breast of a beast.
It was just random mutation, wasn't it?

In this light (or rather in this lack thereof),
The wistful chase of our hormonal drives
Is the actual quantum of romance:
The computed value from which love derives.

Perhaps another species will one day
Develop its obligation to mate
To include such wastes as love and heartbreak.
But we're the only foolish species to date.