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.
Anyone 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.
—written by Norman Newell and Cyril Ornadel