Contradiction Poem by Julia Boon

A rose is pure contradiction.
Sweet scents and lovely colours.
Each rose unique, delicate and fine.
Yet a contradiction nonetheless.
A rose has thorns.
Sharp like daggers, grown from vines poisonous to the touch.
Roots that wind and steal;
Gluttonous and greedy.
A rose is a devil in disguise,
a carnivorous flower, poised to strike;
a virus waiting to infect your soul.
A beauty beyond description;
a rose is pure contradiction.