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.