That I fantasy of true love, only my heart knows,
That I crave for care, only my senses know,
Everytime I think of breaking the barrier,
I end up making my armour stronger,
"You maybe a fake friend, who knows?"
The caution is so intense
The preparation for battle so early,
Lack of trust,is it?
Or a matured mind do I own?

Make sure you don't grow an aversion to love due to past uncomfortable incidents. Be open, but be careful of intruders and toxic people.

Optimistic+Practical