Deception Of Red

I don't use the plant called sprout
For I should use myself, my name?
But let's talk about my beauty
That makes my happy pain

My flower how it blooms
But with my petals follow razors
You can say Hello to happy
And my pain will visit later

My deceptions how they've trickled
Down to the root of your own tears
Your silly eyes have lied to you
Yet, your hands, they still come near?

For I am not to bud
I am a beauty of the green
I admire the color red
It reminds me of Christmas eve

So my gift to you is pain
For my thorns are in your hand
Red and green make light filled smiles
I prefer a red-ish, brown-ish, tan.