Reminding me of the favors she had done, she asked with what face I dared to complain.

This couplet captures the sharp sting of having love reduced to a ledger of debts. When an intimate bond is weighed down by reminders of past favors, even a lover's heartfelt grievance is dismissed as mere ingratitude. The harsh question, 'with what face do you dare complain?', turns kindness into a weapon, stripping away the speaker's right to hurt and leaving them utterly silenced.