I remember the kiss.
The kiss that made me think.
"Do I really love you?"
The kiss was all in a dream.
You tackled me right to the ground.
I fought you as you raised the dagger.
Then I was on top of you.
I got hold of the dagger.
I held it over your heart and looked.
It wasn't a dagger it was a butter knife.
You knocked the butter knife out of my hand and I kissed you
I felt you kiss me back and your arms go around me.
We stayed like that for five seconds.
Then I broke away.
You looked up at me and smiled.
Then you pulled me down into another kiss.
This time we stayed like that for a minute.
I put my arms around your neck and I was in love.
But then the dream broke apart and I woke up.
I still can feel your kiss even to this day.