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.