The poem
MY true love hath my heart, and I have his, By just exchange one for another given: I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss, There never was a better bargain driven: My true love hath my heart, and I have his.
His heart in me keeps him and me 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: My true love hath my heart, and I have his.
in a book that i have,the poem continues;his heart was wounded with his wounded heart;For as from me on him 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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