Love's First Year

I've tried to think of how to start this prose.
How do you scribe love's first year?
And to articulate feelings such as those;
Well, I guess this is how, my dear.

It began incidentally, on that Fall's day.
A chance entry into a thread.
I gave my regards, was told to play,
And noticed your pink-haired head.

Starting a few days later, I pressed start.
The purpose couldn't be more clear.
"Will you write you way into her heart?"
The opposite could happen, it appears.

As the game went on, I was assaulted!
By fangs and feist, bombarded!
As as a result of your vicious assault,
My heart was left unguarded.

And there you've stayed, for a year thus far,
Inspiring me to create.
And though, to me, you're beyond the stars,
My love for you is great.

But enough about me, let's talk about you.
It takes two to tango, honey.
A few things that cause my love to accrue,
And make my days so sunny.

Your smile beams like rays from above,
accentuated by your cute little fang.
Your pink eyed gaze fills me with love;
My heart has endlessly rang!

Your short stature gives infinite cheer,
To your feistiness, a perfect suit.
And though you might not want to hear,
You are absolutely, positively, cute!

I really like the way that you write,
With deeper meaning, but concise.
And despite your problems you continue to fight;
Well, in a word, it's nice.

I think here's a good place to stop, for now;
I have to save up for next year.
My heart is only for you, I vow;
I'll love you always, my dear.