From atop my palace of dreams, I continue to believe that you're still in love with me.
That it's only a matter of time before you see the error of your ways and grow tired of the games people play.
I hold on to the memories of our yesterdays and question whether you'll ever come back to me.
"One day soon", I pray with trepidation and angst.
My possessive heart wants to believe that your possessive mind's still clinging to the possibility of reconciliation.
How can it not be when the well of passion's intimacy…