Two Room Suite

A heart can no more accommodate two loves up front

Than a pen can compose two poems at once

If this is true, please explain this feat;

My heart's become a two-room suite

In this warm water's surface I'm floating

Yet sinking to cool depths, I still am found glowing

running games ends in grief, as a general rule...

Yet I still wish to swim in both layers of the pool

Boasting no knowledge of poker, Still I know my hand

Kings, Jacks, and hearts are all at my command

I wish to hurt no one, but I'm still discerning the map

Beware; for even fierce lions fall into unseen traps