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 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.

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