You are making gestures at the rival right in front of me; at least cast a glance my way too while looking over there.

In this couplet, the lover captures the bitter ache of watching their beloved secretly signal and flirt with a rival right in front of them. Instead of an angry confrontation, there is a tender, desperate plea: if you must gaze at someone else, at least steal a fleeting glance my way while pretending to look over there. It beautifully reflects the quiet humility of love, where even an accidental or masked crumb of attention feels like everything.