By B.K.
Date: 2008 May 04
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It's Got A Bellybutton

Godzilla and His Wild Rose

She knows that he loves her
She loves him like no other
Her earth would not move
Without him to guide it
In love in passion
There is a rhythm
That is theirs alone
They have their moments
Of stubborn pigheadedness
Yet unspoken they both know
That love prevails and grows
As he is her spit fire Godzilla
And she his Wild (thorned) Rose