Time Slips

Gallops, the meadow call
her yellow has gotten all
where spring sets await
finding seeds feeding fate

Lush, the description fits
where all this beauty sits
sun softly lain, blushed cheeks
passion's gardens we do seek

Time slips, but holds on to this
moment held in an intimate kiss
intertwined within a silken touch
views adored, sanctimoniously, as much

Night falls, hearts beat with the moon
an affectionate glance as starlight swoons