When the moon hits your eyes
Like a big pizza pie, that’s amore…
Amore, love, blah blah blah
Shut the **** up
What do they know of amore?

Let me tell you about *a-more-ay
it’s a-more-of-ay deep burning feeling
that starts in your spleen
and eventually
gleans it’s way into your subconscious

it’s a-more-of-ay consuming blaze
that leaves you in a haze
and the cinders smolder for too long after

it’s a-more-of-ay painful wound from which you never heal
and the only real
truth anyone will tell you is how love hurts

**** right it hurts

It rips you to shreds and builds a new you
A-more-of-ay tender you
A you that feels the pain in your every fiber
until it hurts so bad you begin to LOVE the pain
that’s amore…
a-more-of-ay joke than I’ve ever heard before