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.