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.