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.