 My True Love by Sir Philip Sidney Read for LibriVox.org by Andrea Fiore 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 bargain better driven. His heart in me keeps me and him 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. His heart is wound, received from my sight. My heart was wounded with his wounded heart. For as from me on him his hurt did light. So still me thought, in me his hurt did smart. Both equal hurt in this change sought our bliss. My true love hath my heart, and I have his. My True Love by Sir Philip Sidney Read for LibriVox.org by Bookman 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 bargain better driven. His heart in me keeps me and him 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. His heart his wound received from my sight. My heart was wounded with his wounded heart. For as from me on him his hurt did light. So still me thought, in me his hurt did smart. Both equal hurt in this change sought our bliss. My true love hath my heart, and I have his. My True Love by Sir Philip Sidney Read for LibriVox.org by Donna Stewart, Seattle, Washington. 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 bargain better driven. His heart in me keeps me and him 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. His heart his wound received from my sight. My heart was wounded with his wounded heart. For as from me on him his hurt did light. So still me thought, in me his hurt did smart. Both equal hurt in this change sought our bliss. My true love hath my heart, and I have his. End of Poem This recording is in the Public Domain. My true love by Sir Philip Sidney Read for LibriVox.org by Ernst Batinama, 29th of May, 2009, Amsterdam, the Netherlands. 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 bargain better driven. His heart in me keeps me, and him 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. His heart his wound received from my sight. My heart was wounded with his wounded heart. For as from me on him his hurt did light. Though still, me thought, in me his hurt did smart. Both equal hurt in this change sought our bliss. My true love hath my heart, and I have his. End of Poem This recording is in the Public Domain. My true love by Sir Philip Sidney Read for LibriVox.org by Ellie. 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 bargain better driven. His heart in me keeps me, and him 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. His heart his wound received from my sight. My heart was wounded with his wounded heart. For as from me on his hurt did light. Though still, me thought, in me his hurt did smart. Both equal hurt in this change sought our bliss. My true love hath my heart, and I have his. End of Poem This recording is in the Public Domain. My true love by Sir Philip Sidney Read for LibriVox.org by Iswa in Belgium in May 2009. 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 bargain better driven. His heart in me keeps me, and him 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. His heart his wound received from my sight. My heart was wounded with his wounded heart. For as from me on him his hurt did light. So still, me thought, in me his hurt did smart. Both equal hurt in this change sought our bliss. My true love hath my heart, and I have his. End of Poem This recording is in the Public Domain. My true love by Sir Philip Sidney Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett 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 bargain better driven. His heart in me keeps me, and him 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. His heart his wound received from my sight. My heart was wounded with his wounded heart. For as from me on him his hurt did light. So still, me thought, in me his hurt did smart. Both equal hurt in this change sought our bliss. My true love hath my heart, and I have his. End of Poem My true love by Sir Philip Sidney Read for LibriVox.org by Lucy Perry 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 senses guides. He loves my heart, for once it was his own. I cherish his, because in me it bides. His heart his wound received from my sight. My heart was wounded with his wounded heart. For as from me on him his hurt did light. So still, me thought, in me his hurt did smart. Both equal hurt in this change sought our bliss. My true love hath my heart, and I have his. End of Poem My true love by Sir Philip Sidney Read for LibriVox.org by Marianne Coleman-Hitkins 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 bargain better driven. His heart in me keeps me, and him 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. His heart his wound received from my sight. My heart was wounded with his wounded heart. For as from me on him his hurt did light. So still, me thought, in me his hurt did smart. Both equal hurt in this change sought our bliss. My true love hath my heart, and I have his. End of Poem This recording is in the public domain. My true love by Sir Philip Sidney Read for LibriVox.org by Millie Sunbear 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 bargain better driven. His heart in me keeps me, and him 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. His heart his wound received from my sight. My heart was wounded with his wounded heart. For as from me on him his hurt did light. So still, me thought, in me his hurt did smart. Both equal hurt in this change sought our bliss. My true love hath my heart, and I have his. End of Poem This recording is in the public domain. My true love hath my heart by Sir Philip Sidney Read for LibriVox.org by Ruth Golding 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 bargain better driven. His heart in me keeps me, and him 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. His heart his wound received from my sight. My heart was wounded with his wounded heart. For as from me on him his hurt did light. So still, me thought, in me his hurt did smart. Both equal hurt in this change sought our bliss. My true love hath my heart, and I have his. End of Poem This recording is in the public domain. My true love by Sir Philip Sidney Read for LibriVox.org by Revan Notation 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 bargain better driven. His heart in me keeps me, and him 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. His heart his wound received from my sight. My heart was wounded with his wounded heart. For as from me on him his hurt did light. So still, me thought, in me his hurt did smart. Both equal hurt in this change sought our bliss. My true love hath my heart, and I have his. End of Poem This recording is in the public domain. My true love by Sir Philip Sidney Read for LibriVox.org by Secrets 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 bargain better driven. His heart in me keeps me, and him 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. His heart his wound received from my sight. My heart was wounded with his wounded heart. For as from me on him his hurt did light. So still, me thought, in me his hurt did smart. Both equal hurt in this change sought our bliss. My true love hath my heart, and I have his. End of Poem This recording is in the public domain.