The most ardent kiss which the asphalt will ever know
&nbsp;&nbsp;Is when mother nature bows her head
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Purses her clouded cotton lips&nbsp;&nbsp;
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And gently drops a trillion kisses on a square stretch of highway 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Until they puddle up in joyful memory 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And the autobahn is lost in a contented, smitten, bliss