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.