My true-love hath my heart, and I have his, <br />By just exchange, one for the other giv'n. <br />I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss; <br />There never was a better bargain driv'n. <br />His heart in me keeps me and him in one, <br />My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides; <br />He loves my heart, for once it was his own; <br />I cherish his, because in me it bides. <br />His heart his wound received from my sight: <br />My heart was wounded with his wounded heart; <br />For as from me, on him his hurt did light, <br />So still me thought in me his hurt did smart: <br />Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss: <br />My true love hath my heart and I have his.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-true-love-hath-my-heart-and-i-have-his/
