by Rose Blackthorn
in a box beneath the stone
wrapped in cloth and left alone
lies the heart of my beloved
he is mine, forever mine
in the dark of moonless night
hidden always from her sight
his ghost is wandering and calling
but he’s mine
she doesn’t know that he is taken
her faith has never shaken
even though he won’t return
because he’s mine
sometimes I want to tell her why
he never came to say goodbye
but then I stop before I do
for he is mine, and only mine
…the love he had for her was just a lie
Moonlight and Thorns 
Excellent poem, Rose! 🙂
Thank you, Thomas!