Is your name Bruschetta? Because my heart is begging to be topped with you!
Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by with a plate of lasagna again?
Are you a pizza? Because you’ve got a pizza my heart!
Is your name Alfredo? Because you’re making me feel saucy!
If you were a fruit, you’d be a fine-apple, but if you were pasta, you’d be fettuccine-credible!
Are you made of Nutella? Because every moment with you is sweeter!
Is your name Caprese? Because you’re a real mozzarella-melter!
Can I follow you home? Because my parents always told me to follow my dreams— especially if they’re Italian!
Are you a spaghetti strand? Because you’re twisting me around in all the right ways!
You must be Tiramisu, because you’ve got me floating!
Baby, you’re like my favorite ravioli— stuffed with everything I’ve ever wanted!
Are we at an Italian restaurant? Because you’re making my heart go “Mamma Mia!”
Is your name Bolognese? Because you’ve got me saucy and ready for a good time!
Do you like Italian food? Because I can’t help but pasta my heart to you!
I must be a wine bottle, because I'm uncorking my feelings for you!
You’re like my favorite lasagna— layers of irresistible goodness!
If looks could kill, I’d be a spaghetti sauce— simmering with desire!
Are you a cannoli? Because you’re filling up my heart!
Let’s make like pasta and stick together!
Do you believe in love at first bite, or should I walk by with more pasta?
Excuse me, but do you have a map? Because I just got lost in your marinara eyes!
Are you made of mozzarella? Because you’re making my heart melt.
If you were a pasta, you’d be a fine-gan-roni.
Is your name Margherita? Because you’re the perfect topping to my life.
Do you believe in love at first bite, or should I take you out for gelato again?
Are you made of tiramisu? Because you’re lifting me up!
You must be a caprese salad, because you are looking so fresh and amazing.
Can I take you out for pasta? Because I can’t resist a little “penne” for your thoughts.
Are you a gondola? Because you’re taking me on a ride!
Is your heart al dente? Because I can’t get enough of its firmness.
