Poem 6

My True-Love Hath My Heart

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 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 heart did light,
So stil methought in him his heart did smart.

Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss,
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his.

~Sir Philip Sidney