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