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 nev - er seen. (Bridge:) Dm+7 Any one who sees her Soon forgets the Mo-na Li-sa. It would take, I know, A Michelangelo, And he would need the glow of dawn Am+7 That paints the sky above To try and paint a portrait of my love.