Unaccountable Distancing

As we in such frank openness don't share,
Declaredly all lonely wand'rers be,
And, being so, we are unfettered, free;
But is that price of freedom less than fair?
We feel this love, but claim that it's not there;
We dare not show, but how we long to see;
We yearn the trust, the confidence, yet flee
And fear--deny--that longed for, buried care. 
If we then each wish not to walk alone,
And for a sure, true confidant do pine,
Then why wait we for trust to first be shown?
For though to guarded caution we are prone,
We must this icy wall and veil resign:
Receive we trust when first our trust is known.