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.