Springing from her face, petals leaden with pain
Her lips drooping and deftly they fall into an abyss
With the memories of past love there on her lips lain
Falling till they land on her true lover's last kiss
Passing through the damp twilight filled air
Through the linear line of never ending time
Penetrating into the moral soul, like a defiant stare
Committing with shame, love's moral crime
Kissing his lips, locked in his prison, her love doth dare
The moral soul to evaporate her flare…
Kevin Michael Murphy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-impure-love/
