Sheba to R2D2
I offered you the talents of my heart-songs,
the treasures of my many love-gifts,
the spices of my sighs and tears and laughter.
You gave me someone’s rules of grammar,
the data and instructions of your programmers,
the model manual of your functions and duties.
How can I not forgive you for being what you are?
May, 1998
Flowerpoet 