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.