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.