In Leavenworth, where the pine trees sigh,
Beneath the Bavarian-painted sky,
We wander through this alpine dream,
Where love flows like a mountain stream.

Hand in hand, we stroll the streets,
Cobblestones beneath our feet,
Chalets whisper tales of old,
As our hearts with warmth unfold.

The river’s song, a gentle hum,
Echoes where the wildflowers come,
To bloom around us, soft and bright,
In this haven of pure delight.

We laugh and dance through village squares,
Our joy a melody that pairs,
With the scent of pretzels, sweet and warm,
And the cozy fires that keep us from harm.

In twilight’s glow, the mountains stand,
Guardians of this enchanted land,
Their peaks kissed by the setting sun,
As we embrace, our souls as one.

Stars emerge in the velvet night,
Casting love in silver light,
And as the world slips into dreams,
We’re wrapped in love’s eternal beams.

In Leavenworth, where time stands still,
Our hearts in perfect harmony fill,
With every moment, pure and true,
Spending time with my beautiful you.