Hu's He THEN?

He Who (Hu) loves you

And has scent you to a copious garden

A garden within

Where roses

Flower kings and

Prostrating flowers

Sway with love

To and from the Rose maker.

Their labour of love

A fragrance so pure...

That even ants

Move upon the dust

Of compassionate footprints...

Within this universal garden of love

So Hu's He THEN?...

I cannot describe,

I cannot describe...

Huuuuuuu.