A warning, perhaps, or an attempt to distance and settle accounts. In any case, there is no situation that can change what happened, it is impossible. Maybe the poem is an inner voice after regrets...

The loving heart reveals its love. The loving heart defines its beloved, carries it in its heart, in its pen, in its dreams. Here is what a loving heart pours from its pen to its gazelle.

I can't get out of the past,
Nor can I turn towards the future,
It's like I'm stuck in limbo,
I can only think of you.