The glances of infatuation are all a deception; to whom does that shameless one continue to show affection?

This couplet captures the profound disillusionment of the lover. The poet observes that all the flattering glances and gestures of the beloved are merely a form of deceit. The deeper pain lies in the beloved's shameless audacity—the fact that they keep seeking intimacy and familiarity, despite the repeated betrayal. It’s a lament about the cycle of false hope and emotional exhaustion.