Amigo Mio

Once again my friend
Has come to my door
To tell me his sorrows, his dreams
About that guy
That conceited idiot
Tall, rich, and strong
But hollow in soul
And with an empty heart
And how do I confess to you, my friend
What my soul in pain feels
That for her I would give
Without hesitation my whole life
And that I am dying
For a bit of her love.