Not So Mushy?

If you've read one love poem,
you needn't bother.
Ever again to read another.
It seem they are quite the same.
And my I ask, who is to blame?
For this silly slew of verses.
That only goes from bad to worst.
And clogs the ears and hurts the eyes.
And grips the stomach like a virus?
It rambles on in choppy meter.
It's points is lost in flowery phrase.
Of untold love and buds in vases.
Beach-side strolls and walks in snow.
"Forget me not" I love you so.
Dances, dresses, raindrops, rings.
"A perfect rose"- insipid things!
By nature bland, quite dull and trite.
indulged in by the not-so-bright.
And oh, the paper gone to waste.
And as I sneer"What mushy goo!"
I wish I had reason to write one to you.