I admit that I am guilty of the madness of love, but there is also some invitation and demand of glances from the beloved's side as well.

Here, the lover readily pleads guilty to the madness of passion, but playfully and tenderly shares the blame. He admits he has crossed the line into obsession, yet gently points out that the beloved's own beckoning eyes invited this very reaction. It is a sweet, teasing defense that captures how unspoken glances can spark and sustain the intoxicating fire between two souls.