Beware the gardener

Delicate flower of a man,
it is too easy to tear the petals
from your smiling face.
You place your stem in my vase.
You are mine now.
I could kill you in a minute.
That power,
it gives me shudders,
gets me a little high.
But mostly-
it scares me.
No one should have such power over another.
And yet here you are,
a single bloom,
in your prime,
so stunning,
just sitting there in my vase.
Your petals are so pretty.
Your leaves are so shiny.
You are too perfect to be real.

Oh darling,
I know all about your thorns,
but they are nothing
when compared to my shark teeth
and able hands.

Delicate man-flower,
you keep blooming,

But please beware the gardener
who plucked you.
She is overly fond of roses.

I do not trust her.