We cannot keep our eyes and heart from betrayal, even though we often find our hands and feet to be blameless.

In this candid reflection on human nature, the poet contrasts our outward discipline with our secret inner longings. While our hands and feet may behave properly and commit no visible wrong in the eyes of the world, our eyes still wander and the heart quietly succumbs to forbidden desire. It is a warm, honest reminder of how fragile our self-control really is when beauty and emotion pull at the soul.