Blaming the crime of love is futile when the offender himself already considers it a fault.

This couplet captures the quiet vulnerability and defiance of a lover who has already surrendered to their fate. Accusing or reproaching someone for falling in love becomes utterly pointless when the lover openly acknowledges it as a transgression. When the 'sinner' already embraces their own guilt with tender honesty, the world's judgment completely loses its sting.