Roses For The Angels

Every petal, aligned so perfect.
Thorns there to protect.
Colors blend so easily,
Made so delicate.

Why may they be so perfect,
And yet we may not?
If most had ever tried to foster
We'd slowly wilt and rot.

I believe we're not the devil's spawn,
But perhaps this could be an angel's rose.
A rose for her, yes, but I believe
More poisonous as it grows.

So do not let your cautious eyes,
Trick you to believe.
Like the rose I gave to her,
Every angel can deceive.