#PoemOfTheWeek

Song from Arcadia

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 sense guides:
He loves my heart, for once it was his own;
I cherish his because in me it bides.

His heart his wounds 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 this change sought our bliss,
My true-love hath my heart and I have his.

– Written by Philip Sidney