The colors of us

I red her words,
Always a green to be hers,
Even if she is blue,
I’ll make her feel all white,
I rose to the occasion,
Orange you glad I did?
Now I pine for her touch,
Ivory decided,
Butter lips are like fire,
Stoking violet desire,
Olive in her thoughts,
And yellowed to the night,
When she tans my hide,
I mustered done something wrong,
I’ll sand and take it,
Gingerly fanning the flames,
I fawn over her beauty,
And want to be in cider,
I azure you it’s true,
So berry your doubts,
I’ll submit umber your will,
Never sable to imagine,
That you might pink me,
And now we cherry on together,
Swept along by the currant,
Just oat of reach,
Snow me the way,
And I’ll keep you safe from the gold,
As we dance in the colors,