Answer:
A warrior amongst the flowers, he bears a thrusting sword. He uses it whenever he must, to defend his golden hoard.
In Paris but not in France, the thinnest of its siblings.
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
I can ruin your day, or darken your life. And while I'm expected, I'm never alright. I'm bad for business, and worse for your hair. Wherever I am, there's something not there.
What is weightless but takes two people to hold it?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?