The poem
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 his change sought our bliss; My true love hath my heart and I have his.
This poem touched my heart! It mirrors my life as if prewritten to destiny! IMO Two lovers meet fall in love and when they are together all is happiness their hearts rule, but when they leave each other and go back to there traditional resposibilities, well the mind moves in and those thoughts overcast the heart and the mind rules. So suffering and anguish are very real when they see each other and cannot reveal their love for each other! True love is there, but can never be fulfilled!