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.