How could I not grow weary of his friendship, now that my beloved has become familiar and friendly with strangers?

Here, the poet captures that sharp pang of jealousy and heartbreak when intimacy loses its sacred exclusivity. When the one who was once solely yours starts embracing strangers as confidants, the bond inevitably turns bitter and draining. It is less about outright anger and more about a tired, wounded surrender—where sharing the beloved's warmth makes even love feel like a burden.