On praying i kneel
A dream what to be
the life i want so free
my love oh yet to see

Like feathers from two birds
duet love songs are heard
but twisted in history
is the borrowed mystery

who mirrors and out reflection
debt only the deflection
a price there is that may
my all could not but pay

the fate less strong
faithful done wrong
where art thou beloved?
i pray indeed my love.
(c) Obukov