How do you feel a flower

How we dare to touch the flower
In awe of its beauty's power
We take it from the second we tug
In the garden of those we love
How dare we pluck the rose from it's bed
And offer it to ours instead
Devine we sleep on glories head
Nestled in each branch and pillow
Far from it's home
Like the whispering willow chair
We could not bare it's softest bud of dreams
Competing on our bed in streams
How we dare to touch the bud that grows now
Where no living being can surely ever go
To touch a rose
To touch a rose
To touch a rose
How we dare to touch a flower
Despite its thorns
And how it makes the blood flow
Taken early by the blades
Where it's only hopes were laid
To lift the bee and butterfly
And how we might once surely cry
For more of this loves sweetest goodbye