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.
~ Sir Philip Sidney
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