A mark is given from the grove of your lips, which feels like a promise or a definite destination.

This profound couplet explores the delicate conflict between physical memory and spoken promise. The speaker acknowledges the undeniable mark left by the beloved's lips—a tangible sign of affection. Yet, the words spoken, the promises whispered, feel too settled, too perfect, suggesting they might not lead to a permanent destination. It’s the poet’s realization that sometimes, the deepest wounds come not from the physical act, but from the beautiful ambiguity of the promises.