This simple, complicated life.

Lyre.

-Deep as an ocean I love,

I want people to experience the calmness it brings.

It haunts me sometimes,

For being a turtledove 

requires you to willingly cut your heartstrings 

and brutally murder your soul until it produces a grating chime. 

-Oh! such a wonderful curse it is to love deeply.

I cannot help but praise it's beauty. 

Went to Hades even Orpheus to bring his Eurydice back to life.

For his dead Eurydice, he sang with his lyre to Hades bleakly.

Even a god invited death for loving so hugely-

What am I Then other than being a lover willing to blister my heart with a knife?

      -Samruddhi.