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.