The If of Paris

I wrote this poem about two months ago. I had forgotten about it until I returned from Paris and was organizing poetry this morning. I didn't change a thing, but I liked reading the last line aloud without the "if." 

The If of Paris 

If you spoke my name

If I gave you roses

If you built me palaces

If the table is set for two

If the table is set for two million

If your markets sell delight

If I wore this dress to walk with you

If you sing in a choir

If I sang from your hills

If we danced to your river

If we need love more than water

If we remember our history

If this day ends

If it begins

If there is light