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.