Today’s poem in the Thoughtful Thursdays series reminds me of Spring when all the animals are pairing up so I thought this was fitting. It’s also one of my favourites.
My True Love Hath My Heart
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 is bides.
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 trust love hath my heart and I have his.
Sir Philip Sidney, Arcadia