My True Love Hath My Heart, And I Have His

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

By just exchange, one for the other giv'n.

I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;

There never was a better bargain driv'n.

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 received from my sight:

My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;

For as from me, on him his hurt did light,

So still me thought 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.

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