Classic Poem

My true-loue hath my heart, and I haue his,
By iust exchange one for the other giu'ne:
I hold his deare, and mine he cannot misse;
There neuer was a bargaine better driu'ne
His heart in me keepes me and him in one;
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:
He loues my heart for once it was his owne;
I cherish his because in me it bides.
His heart his wound receiued from my sight;
My heart was wounded with his wounded hart;
For as from mee on him his hurt did light,
So still me-thought in me his hurt did smart:
Both equall hurt, in this change sought our blisse,
My true-loue hath my hart, and I haue his