Critiquing beauty is a special strategy or wisdom of love, and I keep committing this crime every now and then.

In the conventional world of romance, a lover is expected to praise blindly without ever questioning the beloved. Here, the poet playfully reveals that evaluating beauty and holding up a mirror to the beloved's vanity is actually love’s secret wisdom. Even though the beloved treats this honest critique as a punishable crime, the lover tenderly admits to committing it over and over again.