Love’s Fire Heats Water, Water Cools Not Love

Shakespeare, sonnet 154

Shame fools no one it wears water for pants
And who is it that wades through the muck
And steps towards the daughter who says
Stop that is not fit talk at the dinner table

Why does this floor pitch and why does sleep
Always come at a cost we are not willing to pay
And those stooping shoulders what do they matter

Clapping comes at the end but it is not because
We were happy about what we just heard
Collect your money for passing go
But it hurts this not understanding each move

Now only three lines are left to explain why
Some float and some sink and some say
This was not what I thought would happen