C72 Chapter Seventy Two

Marie's eyes ran over the card in her hand one more time. The first time she had read it, it had hit her that if anyone had told her that the grumpy Godzilla she had worked with all these years would one day be sending her a card with poetry he had written himself, she wouldn't have believed.

Her eyes skimmed the short and sweet lines again,

Roses are red, violets are blue