Honeymoon (Part II)

She stares out the window as if for the first time

Her hands stroke the glass as she watches the rain in its prime

She makes not a sound nor looks my way while fixed on the night sky

I dare not tear her away from her gaze for fear that she might cry

My dark angel from God, what do you search for in the storm?

All you need is here, true love of the purest form

Nonetheless, I will wait for your attention to stray

Towards the rose petals on the bed so we can end our wedding day

Yet she makes no movement but the twirling of her hair

Ushering my mind in directions elsewhere

But the storm has just begun and won't end until morning

She is not aware of which I speak and has heeded my warning

"Beware the virtuous groom, for his yearning is unruly"

Just turn around, my love. Turn and face the tempest within me