Jenny begins to write poetry describing how she truly feels about Jethro......

Disclaimer: I dont own anything................((and the poem belongs to Strawberry Dortch))

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She sits alone in her study, in a big, dark and lonely house. She misses the man she loves. She used to have him, but she left him, alone in a hotel in Paris, shattering her heart and breaking his. She never realised how much he meant to her, until she left that night. How much pain and misery she would have to endure. She loves him, but he will never know. One night she sits, yet again alone with a Bourban in one hand and a pen in another, she sits and tells her story. She writes of happy times in Paris with her soulmate, she writes of sad times without him and she writes of her desperation to be with the one man she wants the most, Jethro Gibbs. He was her first love, and if she were honest with herself, the only man shes ever truly loved, he was her soulmate and she had destroyed any hopes of happiness, because without him, she could never truly be happy. Tonight is not much different from any other night, shes alone and he is with her. He is with Colonel Mann. She can't understand this, she doesn't see what he sees in her, shes not even a redhead, shes blonde! Today she was stood on the balcony watching her agents at work, but more importantly she was watching her soulmate, trying to find a way of telling him, she was sorry and that she still loved him. She didn't see the point of crying over him anymore, it was a waste of time, but more importantly her tears could not turn back time. If it did she would never have left him, because she still loves him. She writes poetry now, the good, the bad, her life. Its all written in black and white, because she has no one to talk to, she hasnt anyone to confide in, and more importantly, she doesnt have Jethro, so she writes in front of her fireplace, alone in the dark, with nothing but a bottle of bourban for company.....

"You invaded my heart

Took my pride and put it to the side

You left my silhouette standing against the wall

Leaving all eyes on me because you left me

Loving you became a hobby

Something so familiar and easy to do

Now its more like an addiction

I can't seem to rid of

I want to leave you alone 'cause your heart isnt mine anymore

But Im missing you like crazy (body and soul)

Trying to shake myself and make myself

And gather anough strength to put you behind me

I'm constantly reminded that you were my first love

My intentions are slightly different

From the way they were in the beginning

Now my intentions are to let my first love go

(Something he has already done to me)

My dreams are now faded"