You could be my Hemingway,
Underneath this sweltering sun in Spain,
For your words are short and careful,
With their meaning to be discovered
By the listener himself.
I could wrap my arms around you,
Sipping cocktails well into the night,
Smoke from your cigarette,
Curling into the hot air,
Of a southern night.
We could have this and more,
If only you loved me,
If only I let you know how I feel,
All would be simple, darling,
If only you cared.