Backward Glance, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Backward Glance

Backward Glance,  Charles Edward Perugini (c. 1870)

Backward Glance

Of her I could not break my constant stare
Her beauty could drive a painter insane
A gentle beauty that none could compare
My laboring heart I could not constrain

Soon we were engaged, looking eye to eye
Such great power, that she could mesmerize
She floats toward me as if she could fly
Hoping something would materialize

She touched my hand showing to be real
Yet her voice was of an angelic sound
She’s capable of any heart to steal
Soon she left me with my feet off the ground

Suddenly she stops, giving a backward glance
A sure sign of a budding romance