Why should I give you my life, because I well know that once you take this thing, you never give it back.

Here, the lover responds to the beloved's demands with razor-sharp wit and quiet melancholy. By treating 'life' almost like a borrowed household item, he teasingly refuses to hand it over because the beloved has a habit of never returning what she takes. Beneath this playful sarcasm lies a poignant truth of love—surrendering your soul is irreversible, leaving you forever bereft.