Do you recall our winter holiday
Up in the Alps near the Hallstätter See,
When we enjoyed the sun and the white snow
And our hearts were as one and full aglow?

The little village, like in a fairy tale,
Was full of flowers, at rest inside a vale.
The houses, quaint and made of wooden beam,
Told us of a sweet dream within a dream.

We spent the days skiing down lovely hills
(the Bruneise Sultan picked up all the bills).
We took on every curve, like a Grand Prix,
Flew down the powdered slopes incessantly.

One evening, I had drunk a glass of wine,
I spoke these words to you: "May mine be thine!
God said to me, like he did once to Moses,
To give you all my heart and seven roses."

You said: “Andy, your oddball sense of wit,
Indeed, it tends to startle me a bit!
If you are out to win my heart and soul,
You'll have to stop using such hyperbole!"
I fell upon the ground, just like a worm,
And humbly uttered: "My Love for you is firm,
As joined the stars are to the firmament,
For your kind smile is truly heaven sent."

You then extended your fingers to me,
Your eyes showed twinklings of eternity.
We took a walk under the winter moon,
The church bells chimed their quiet, restful tune.

The fog had settled and the lake was still,
The moon had stopped its course upon the hill.
I went down on one knee and kissed your hand
In this romantic winter wonderland.