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This is the second version of this perticular poem, The first one was kinda about me, and the second, this one. Is about B'Elanna. If anyone wants to read it, I can E-mail it to you, so let me know!

His love for me drives away the night,
but still I cannot see the light.
They're inflicted agony and pain,
I scream and cry and beg in vain.

As I lie, desperate and alone,
I can hear you softly moan
You are beside me every day,
I'm not sure it's you, I start to sway.

But he's too late, I'm almost gone,
his love for me still burning strong.
But it's to weak, I live in night,
his love cannot bring me the light.