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"Oh I think of you darling,
How my body you've nursed,
In that subtle, warm pub
Of a small placid town;
You had conquered my heart
And quenched all my thirst
Oh, I knew then at once
You'd spell ends to all frowns.
You're my potion of life
Born in water and wheat
Whether darkish or amber
Or bitter, or sweet.
Lightning would strike
And before thunder would answer,
You'll dive to my lips,
And flood me in taste;
Oh, I'd know to enjoy
Every sweet single moment,
I'll swallow you slowly
For there is no room for haste.
Crafted in Plzen,
Or brewed in the east,
You're my Czech love affair
My sensational feast;
You're my potion of life
Born in water and wheat
Fluid gold to my senses
And my perfect retreat."
Yaron Kidron, California, USA
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