| Lyrics: | There could never be a portrait of my love,
For nobody can paint a dream.
You will never see
a portrait of my love,
For miracles are never seen.
Anyone who sees her, soon forgets the
Mona Lisa.
It would take I know, a Michaelangelo,
And he would need the glow of dawn,
To
paint the skies above,
To try and paint the portrait of my love. |