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.