Just a quick poem about Shezilla. Btw her "name"(sound designation) in Godzilla-ese translates to "Girl with the sad eyes". I kinda imagine this poem as Mothra watching Godzilla and Shezilla together.
It is her,
Girl with the sad eyes.
Diligent and patient--
always ready to care for him.
She never asks for more
than his smile.
He whispers sweet nothings
that melt her heart.
They stand entwined
in the golden gloaming.
Some wonder why she
stays at his side,
loving someone so imperfect.
Her reply is always simple:
"He is perfect to me."