| Was once a lady broken-hearted and undone |
| She nearly lost her faith she’d ever meet her mate one day, |
| Though love was nearby, in fact, about to make its entrance |
| Later in the script, but in the meantime… |
| Behind her smile lived a loneliness |
| No Leonardo could hide |
| When hearts collide |
| Can they ever repair? |
| Love never lasted off-screen; |
| How could she fly without wings? |
| Losing each new leading man |
| To those unhappy endings. |
| Behind her tears ebbed an emptiness |
| Vast as an ocean, as blue, |
| But no one knew |
| Of the weather within. |
| Cinema aimed at the heart, |
| But none of the loves scenes were real: |
| Simply rehearsing a part |
| She’d forgotten how to feel. |
| Enter the one whom the author created especially for her; |
| The focus blurs |
| The composer writes strings. |
| Cinema straight from the heart, |
| Shot on location within, |
| We see the past fade to black; |
| We see happiness begin. |