Organ Misplacement

My true love hath my heart and I have his,
A just exchange, one for another given.
I hold his dear, I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss.
There never was a better bargain driven.
**Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss --
My true love hath, my true love hath my heart, my heart, my heart, and I have his.

His heart in me keeps me and him in one.
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides.
He loves my heart, he loves my heart, for once it was his own.
I cherish his because in me it bides.
**

His heart his wound receivéd from my sight.
My heart was wounded with his wounded heart.
For as from me, for as from me, my hurt on him did light.
So still, methought, in ME his hurt did smart !
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-Work (song) of Sir Philip Sidney. Arcadia, 1590.