Written by David West and Cyril Orander 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 Michaelangelo And he would need the glow of dawn that paints the sky above To try and paint a portrait of my love It would take I know, a Michaelangelo And he would need the glow of dawn that paints the sky above, To try and paint a portrait of my love