(Disclaimer: I own nothing connected to NCIS - But the poem IS MINE. The idea came wandering lost and confused into the terrifying abyss of my brain on the way home from "study hall" at school. The poem is designed to be written from Abby to any other character; most likely McGee, but Abby being Abby, not exactly going for the traditional approach. The person who really needs to know who it's dedicated to will already know by the time they read it, but in case they need convincing...:)
This is a poem, from me to you. It might seem strange
But it's my way of saying how much I care - about you.
And in case you need convincing, it's here
In black and white, to say over and over
How much you mean.
(Yeah...don't hate me. Please. Apologies in advance. Here goes.)

If I could give you everything;
All the things that make me..well, me
I'd do it - in less than a heartbeat.

(If you're surprised, this poem is doing its job.)

I'd give you my eyes, if you
Asked me to. Then I'd always be able
To look at you - which if you ask me
Is a very nice thing to look at.
You could look back. Since you've
Already spent so long gazing into them,
It'll give you something
To entertain yourself.

(I may be horrible, but I'm still yours. Lucky you...)

You could have my mouth. It could talk back
When you were bored or lonely.
As per usual, it probably wouldn't make sense -
But maybe with you it'd know what to say.
And when you were happy, it could
Smile at you, too. You've always been good
At making it do that.

(Unless you can think of a more appropriate use...
Sorry! That was terrible. Moving swiftly on-)

I'd give you my feet -
Saw them off, if you wanted -
Just to prove that if you asked me
I'd walk a thousand miles for you, on them
Just to see you. Better take my legs too-
The feet won't be much good by themselves.
All the better for edging closer to you
And trying to make it look innocent.

(Well, I suppose this is the moment for confessions, anyhow...)

You could have my arms.
They could hug you for longer
Than I'd ever been allowed -
No matter who came through the door
To kill the moment.
They'd keep you warm when it was cold,
So you didn't freeze. Even if you don't believe it,
I worry about you sometimes.

(Don't raise your eyebrows. I can't help it. I care about you)

My brain could go too. You know me
Well enough - nothing in there should be
Too much of a surprise. Maybe if
You took it, you could drain off
The caffeine, and get past my
Defence mechanism - and find out
What nobody's ever quite cracked before.
What I'm really like, and what keeps me going
Earthquake-proof, through every day

(Alternatively, hold up a mirror. It works the same way)

I'd give you my lungs, if you really
Wanted them. If they'd already stopped
Working, I wouldn't worry.
They do that when you cut them out.
Besides, if you told me to do it for you
I'd have stopped breathing completely
Earlier on. So I might have been dead-
But at least I'd have proved my point.

(If you've got this far and you don't know what that point is...
Just give up now.)

And if you asked me to,
I'd rip out my heart and place it
Into your hands. Don't mind the blood,
You can have that too.
Hold onto it; and please don't break it.
Because if you look closer...
See? It's beating for you.

Now do you get it?)

All that leaves me - well, theoretically -
Is my two hands. And I know
What to do with them.
I'll keep one to send this letter
And one to hold yours.

I'd give you everything,
Because you're all I need -
But it's all yours already.

(Holy. Sh!t. I'm logging off now before I regret this. Sorry again...)