The heart has adopted the ways of estrangement and alienation; how can such an unfamiliar stranger be made an intimate confidant?

This couplet captures a poignant inner betrayal where the poet's own heart has grown cold and indifferent. Usually, we complain about the aloofness of the beloved or the world, but here, the heart itself has mastered the art of detachment. When the very seat of your emotions turns into a stranger, the poet gently asks, how can you ever trust it with your intimate secrets again?