Bow To Thee, Love

Before the love’s might I bow my humble head It is unique in all colors Whether happy or sad Thou never see poor or rich Thou never discriminate Thou sure to influence all Whether it’s early or late When thou touch the heart Everything looks useless When thou pains the soul Every scar looks worthless When thou rain the nectar No taste seems better When thou shadows the man No other place seems cooler Thou is blessings of Lord Falls to the luckiest ones Thou can tame every power Whether gods or demons