Is This a Love Poem?

I play with colors when I feel blue.

I want to turn orange as a moonlit night,

with stars, silver spangled white, in the blackness of night.

I want to ride on glazed turquoise, purple ripples of the sea.

I want vibrant green in a variegated garden shining brightly.

I want pussy-willow soft gray to linger.

I want ginger red lips, and pink tongues lokced deep,

like dovetail construction of exceptional furniture,

to take my breath away.