A Sonnet for Mindi

Your fiery curls flow like the brightest Sun
Who heats the heavens with a freckled cheek.
Your whisper howls hushing the harshest nun
For Godly sounds sing simply when you speak.
Your body governs much more than I’ll say,
Which you needs know is not to be a thing
That’s taken, as it were, in such a way,
Which makes you think that harm to you I’ll bring.
It’s said the past will surely drive you mad
And that’s exactly what in mind I had.