I am so simple-hearted that I feel pleased even by my beloved's displeasure, as though this lesson of love had never been repeated to me before.

The poet gently smiles at his own innocence, finding a curious delight even in the beloved's sulking and anger. To his simple heart, this pain feels delightfully novel—as if love were teaching him a fresh lesson rather than repeating the familiar trials of heartbreak. It beautifully captures how, in deep romance, even a lover's displeasure is treasured as sweet attention, simply because it brings them closer.