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
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