Although we always find ourselves feeling remorseful for our sin, we still end up committing that very same crime again after repenting.

This couplet captures the endlessly relatable cycle of human frailty, where genuine repentance and habitual relapse chase each other. The poet candidly confesses that despite feeling profound shame for a misstep—whether in love or moral failing—the heart inevitably succumbs to repeating the very same error. It reveals regret not as a sudden cure, but as a tender, tragic companion to our recurring weaknesses.