How Looks Thou Love

How looks thou love That i see not, but desire And never can hear or Reach to touch and taste As does Helen eludes me? Why feign thy presence As though the cool air We can see and we do Care to know of what Substance it's composed Or the waters of what Contents made it so? Where is thy abode Then? Within the heart Or strayed outside of it? Who drives whose wits And disguise itself? Who is to be responsible If thou hath Helen And Helen is thee? Show thyself now If thou hath genuine that I may know thee for real But not without Helen As with the wind and Water we bother less Of what they are but our Breath and nourishment!