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.