Say it louder for the crowd in the back

"Could you repeat that, sir?"  
I jot scribbles onto my notepad.  
Yellow pages are wrinkled and faded.  
I'll work with what I've got.  
 
"Yeah," he says coolly.  
"A rose. You'll see one and be reminded of me."  
With that said, the man proceeds to walk out.  
He's flanked by two armed guards.  
 
"Well, I guess I got something out of the guy."  
I sit and reflect; he said the same thing to that woman.  
Maybe under better circumstances, but the same thing.  
May she rest in peace.  
 
~  
 
Just like the stars  
in the sky swirl around the galaxy  
in which the center  
of light is the black hole of transmutation,  
 
lithe yellow petals dance  
around the center of the rose.  
 
And when that light  
has undergone a fantastic, terrifying transformation  
it will come out  
the other side relatively unchanged,  
 
as the center of  
the rose sits a portal of love.