MY TRUE-LOVE HATH MY HEART

My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,

By just exchange one for the other given;

I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;

There never was a better bargain driven.

His heart in me keeps me and him in one,

My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides;

He loves my heart, for once it was his own;

I cherish his because in me it bides.

His heart his wound receivèd from my sight,

My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;

For as from me on him his heart did light,

So still methought in me his heart did smart.

Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss,

My true love hath my heart, and I have his.

Sir Philip Sidney