What pleasure is there if I have to tell you my whereabouts myself? Instead, recall some forgotten, special gesture or charm of your own.

There is a tender, playful complaint here where the lover refuses to simply hand over his whereabouts. He gently reminds his beloved that true intimacy needs no formal directions—she only needs to recall that one signature glance or enchanting gesture that captured his soul. His true address isn't a place in the physical world, but rather the very charm of hers that made him lose himself in her love.