Sad Amorist

i am a sad amorist who seeks to understand the love songs of the bird the stories, the notes they sing that are like open book but less understood at the same time a deluge of emotions that leaks a stream from my eyes i am a sad amorist who seeks to look for the storm, in the silence of a river the tranquility that seems to exist but not at heart obliviousness of the age, my dreams torn apart