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.