True Love
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 him and me 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 received from my sight;My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;For as from me on him his hurt did light,So still methought in me his hurt did smart:Both, equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss.My true-love hath my heart, and I have his.