IntroVerse 1I Haven't The Touch Of A Poet, I Often Find Little To Say.The Map Of My Heart, It Isn't High ArtMy Palette, A Study In GreyYou Are The Subject Of Sonnets, I Haven't The Courage To WriteIt's Hard To Convey In My Own Simple WayJust What I'm Feeling TonightFor Mozart Would Sing You A Love SongShakespeare Would Write You A PlayBut Silly Old Me, I Am Clear Up A TreeLeft Hear With Nothing To Say.ChorusBut If Suddenly Genius Should Strike Me, It Wouldn't Be Any Surprise.Inspired By You, Perhaps I Could Do, What Da Vinci Would Do With Your EyesOutroOh What Da Vinci Would Do, What Da Vinci Would Do With Your Eyes
