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.