Is this poem good enough to give my girlfriend?

Pumpkin

You are spiderwebs and stone.

Hard mind and muscles that turn to candy floss and melt

When I look your way.

You are sugar and spice

You are snips and snails.

You are fierce and angry devotion.

You are soft giggles and big eyes.

We are October and Pumpkins, falling leaves and crisp air.

We are leather and long walks into town,

Hand in hand.

You give me donuts every Friday and write little notes on the box,

In exchange I drink your diet coke and wonder what I did to deserve you.

We are the same height so I lean down to kiss you.

I call you a brilliant idiot

You have more confidence than anyone I have ever seen.

You cried because I said you didn’t have abs

So I told you I love everything about you.

Even your abs

Especially your abs.

You say words like devastating,

You care so fiercely and so consumingly.

We said we would take it slow

So you walked to get me cough drops

I tagged along too because I always want to be with you

And because I'm crap at going slow too.

Rain like from a movie poured down on us.

She wants a tragic cinematic romance

We’re happy being disgustingly happy.

That one couple.

They’re all already talking so I shouldn’t leave that mark on your neck

Shouldn’t kiss your nose in a crowded room

Shouldn’t kiss you while we’re drunk and crushed together at a party

Shouldn’t distract us from our studies for an hour.

It's a bad idea,

I know 

I know.

Oh well.