We all are habited with Love And....I met a man in my dreams.... We all are habited with Love And....I met a man in my dreams....

Paint with the colour of love... Paint with the colour of love...

Is this love, Or maybe a product of my imagination, Is this love, Or maybe a product of my imagination,

"Love and imagination are magicians Who create an image of the Beloved in your mind.." "Love and imagination are magicians Who create an image of the Beloved in your m...

Poetry reminds me of you sometimes They say it's exaggeration I feel it's imagination Poetry reminds me of you sometimes They say it's exaggeration I feel it's imag...

So he kisses me under a tree In the quietness of my hometown. I know he's in love with me, As he ima... So he kisses me under a tree In the quietness of my hometown. I know he's in lov...