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.