A Bleeding Heart

I loved once. 
It was a fatal affair
She was a precious jewel
For which my wife did not care. 

Head master and his mistress
No secrets were shared. 
Not many words...
just eyes here and there. 

After the castle was settled in bed
we'd meet in the garden 
and trade words instead.
When my wife saw us there..
And off with her head. 

My heart ceased to beat.
the rain and fog, deep.
But there was a secret 
never unfolded...

For I was the count.
Though, my wife did not know this..
on a night she lay her pretty head...
I took her life... 
blood stained the bed.