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.