My True Love Hath My Heart (from Birthday Madrigals)

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 dispart
Both equal had in this change sought a grace
My true love hath my heart, and I have his