I wonder what those lovers mean, who say <br /> They have giv'n their hearts away. <br /> Some good kind lover tell me how; <br /> For mine is but a torment to me now. <br /> <br /> If so it be one place both hearts contain, <br /> For what do they complain? <br /> What courtesy can Love do more, <br /> Than to join hearts that parted were before? <br /> <br /> Woe to her stubborn heart, if once mine come <br /> Into the self-same room; <br /> 'Twill tear and blow up all within, <br /> Like a granado shot into a magazine. <br /> <br /> Then shall Love keep the ashes, and torn parts, <br /> Of both our broken hearts: <br /> Shall out of both one new one make, <br /> From hers, th' allay; from mine, the metal take. <br /> <br /> For of her heart he from the flames will find <br /> But little left behind: <br /> Mine only will remain entire; <br /> No dross was there, to perish in the fire.<br /><br />Abraham Cowley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-given-heart/
