Italian black spaghetti, lookin’ like midnight strings, mafia plate on the table, love wearin’ diamond rings. Mozzarella snowin’ heavy, meltin’ soft like her smile, watchin’ Sayaka on YouTube, she got me stuck for a while. She mixin’ IT tech with beauty, like streetlights on code, I’m the hustler on the corner, she the queen on the road. If love ain't pasta, then she the sauce I been cravin’, her voice the garlic butter, my heart the bread she savin’. I dream of Italian vows whispered under moon beams, she the Wi-Fi of my soul, connectin’ all my dreams. Support her like I’m stackin’ bricks to build her throne, cheese meltin’ on my tongue, but her love melt in my bones.