Rutter: Birthday Madrigals - My True Love Hath My Heart

My true love hath my heart, and I have his
I 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 senses guides
He loves my heart, or once it was his own
I cherish his because in me it bides
His heart his would receive it from my side
My heart was wounded with his wounded heart
Though as for me, on him his hurt did light
So still he thought in me his hurt despite
Both equal had in this change sought a bliss
My true love hath my heart, and I have his
My true love hath my heart, and I have his