Analysis of Is this a Sonnet

Is this a Sonnet? this art have I done?
Shall I talk about our love's gentlest touch?
Graced tender cheek, like a warm summer's sun?
Shit stop, please stop, it's all getting too much.

You're a jewel in the sky, a diamond star,
As enchanting as a winter's white spread,
Needn't be close, I see beauty afar,
Hearing this dribble, I'll go bang my head.

Shall I tell you, analyse my meaning?
Love's idea fit this poem I threw
I see your face, you are stuck daydreaming
With a forlorn heart you'll write this too.

If sonnets are about love, read no more,
Burn this poem, leave ashes on the floor