What do you think of my poem, Meadow Idyll?

Question

There we lurked, soft and precious,
In Albion’s sweet, scented skies,
And the lilies larked by the meadowside,
And the fire danced in your eyes.

As the brush fell cold with moonlight,
And the reedy nests were filled,
Whilst minnows darted through the rocks,
All silver, slick and gilled,

I reckoned it was too far tonight,
I reckoned the night was young,
That the sprinkles of dawn were yet,
And the nightingale had sung.

But you breathed a breath of calmness,
And the stars fell down from above,
Your lips were soft and chapped,
And the moonbeams laughed with love.

Answer 1

it's cool. needs a little work, but cool
peace

Answer 2

I think its great! I write a lot a poems I made 9 poems all about different colors. The only thing that might need a little work is "Your Lips Were Soft And Chapped"

Answer 3

wow i really liked it. what was your inspiration? Very very detailed. I could almost invision myself in the scenery. I love how you have your own style. Them only thing I found that did not flow was the word "chapped" it just did not fit with your other discription of SOFT lips. other than that it was great! post more and I would love to read them!

thanks!
VESPER