One Thousand Years... Poem by one who waits

I remember a time when we danced in the park
high and weary but together we understood
we saw each other naked in the sunrise
and knew then that this was all too real
helping you to your feet as we fell for each other
hard long fall no escape for me for you
you are why I'm here I am pleased to be your slave
I do what you want & I do it
but I'm here too so let me play & I will sing with you
on days when we just sit and talk and hold Love