I agree with most of this. There is no clarity to it whatsoever. It's hackneyed and trite. However it is slightly better than those poems TNS posted a few weeks ago.
The erect phallus of my life wants to discover the mangled vulva of your beauty. Totally non-sexual, btw. Just my magical metaphor skills.
It's as if literature is being plundered across the page like a ship being shot with cannons of love.
"My love for you is like a river, Like a summer breeze that makes my soul shiver. One look from you is more precious than gold. Let's go get some bbq and get busy!"
"I'm a gangsta of love, ghetto's and gangs struck from above, When will we all say enough, and embrace our hands out to the sweet dove."