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.
(Sir Philip Sidney)
More Poetry from Sir Philip Sidney:
- Astrophel and Stella: XXIII (Sir Philip Sidney Poems)
- Sonnet III: With how sad steps (Sir Philip Sidney Poems)
- Sonnet VI: Some Lovers Speak (Sir Philip Sidney Poems)
- Sonnet XVII: His Mother Dear Cupid (Sir Philip Sidney Poems)
- Sonnet XVIII: With What Sharp Checks (Sir Philip Sidney Poems)
- Astrophel and Stella: III (Sir Philip Sidney Poems)