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 woundеd heart;
For as from me, on him his hurt did light
So still methought in mе his hurt did smart
Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss:
My true love hath my heart, and I have his