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I Accept

And pleasures flow in so thick and fast, 
Upon his heart, that he at last
Must needs express his love's excess
With words of unmeant bitterness
	From Christabel, Samuel Taylor Coleridge

So hardly you captured them. The crew, yours, you earned them. And 
Voyager, she can't belong to anyone else. And you are hers.
  Not mine. Not ever mine.
  So now I can speak to you. I can hear your laughter. And I don't 
see that wariness in your eyes. Well, not as often.
  Not for the world, home, not even for your love, would I wish the 
cloud to return to your just clearing eyes.
  Gain what more you can. I hope some of it comes more easily. But 
then you wouldn't feel it earnt. You can't appreciate what is given, 
for it always seems more or less than you expected.
  I'd give you my love, but you didn't ask for it, and didn't fight 
for it. You wouldn't want it, though it belongs to you. So I 
give you what you do ask for, in your silent way. My respect. My 
admiration.
  And hold my love for you. Face a lifetime of holding.

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