If I Love You

If I love you, woman of rose And warmth and wondering eyes, If it so fall out That you are the woman I choose, Oh, what is there left to say, And what should it matter to me, Or what can it mean to you? For under the two white breasts And the womb that makes you woman The call of the ages whispers And the countless ghosts awaken, And stronger than sighs and weeping The urge that makes us one, And older than hate or loving or shame This want that builds the world!