My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange, one for the other giv'n.
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;
There never was a better bargain driv'n.
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 me thought 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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Comments1Just read "My True Love Hath My Heart, And I Have His." Wow, it really hits ya in the feels, doesn't it? Poetry like this makes relationships seem so complex, yet beautifully simple. When it says, "His heart in me keeps me and him in one," what do ya think it means? Like, they're so connected it's as if they're the same person?