My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange one to the other 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.
More verses by Sir Philip Sidney
- Sonnet Xcii: Be Your Words Made
- Sonnet 42: Oh Eyes, Which Do The Spheres
- Sonnet 68: Stella, The Only Planet
- Sonnet Xix: On Cupid's Bow
- Sonnet 72: Desire, Though Thou My Old Companion Art