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.