They

A man standing by the threshold
shun by the light of mind
Kept as the other - half
Of a weary heart and aloof soul;
He who keeps closed the fortress of his heart,
Have come to know;
A prim and quiet being who bears,
A seemingly hard shell;
Confessed affections that seemed,
Unlikely felt before
That caugh ablaze he solitary heart
Of a touchy and cautiously bold gait,
Then lovers they become
Kept by the promises of love...