at first they think they  hear  a   
   bird, an elusive call they  can't  
  place, and they will linger. lured  
  by the trills (we create synthetic  
  trills to saturate and confuse the  
   senses) they edge  nearer. until   
  they are  suddenly too close. then  
  our full call in all it's majesty,  
  piercing them and enflaming a fake  
   love   to  drench  all   others!   
                                      
                        
                                      
                        
                                      
  and  then, we  quickly pull  away   
   that  new love, and they shall be  
   like  moths,  searching for  any   
  glimmer, anything  to nurture this  
   new  and fiery  need we instilled  
       in      their     hearts.