The Dancing Thorn Flower

Oh look how dangerous she is
In the dark green shadowy forest
Lurking with her beauty
Waiting for her prey to come.

This is no ordinary flower
She is one of a kind
With her lush red body
Sharp thorns hunting
Or for protection.

Shadows lurking, men go in
But don't come out
All said to capture this wondrous being
Just to find them eaten and blood.

Many have wanted to see her
Others wish to be with her
But she is waiting for that one
The one that will save her
From men's pursuit.

A flower like herself
To accept her and love her
Not to kill or lust
But pure love to show on to her.

Is there such a being for this perfect flower
Or is it said not to exist?