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.