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.