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.