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.