There could never be

A portrait of my love

For nobody could paint a dream.

You will never see

A portrait of my love

For miracles are never seen.

(Bridge)

Any one who sees her

Soon forgets the mona lisa.

It would take, I know,

A michelangelo,

And he would need the glow of dawn

That paints the sky above

To try and paint a portrait of my love.