Who is there in the world to whom you do not go, yet it is always only from me that you run away?

This couplet captures the tender grievance of a wounded lover who watches their beloved effortlessly grace everyone else's company. The heartbreak lies in this sharp contrast: while the rest of the world enjoys the beloved's presence, the speaker is the only one singled out for deliberate distance. It is a soft, aching complaint that mingles quiet jealousy with pure longing.