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.