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.