He doesn't know love at all. She wished she never knew love. What if love came between them? Would he believe it? Would she give it another chance?

"It was not exactly dark, but a kind of twilight or gloaming. There were neither windows nor candles, and he could not make out where the twilight came from, if not through the walls and roof." -Childe Rowland "The voices melted into the twilight and were mixed into the trees, and when I thought of the words they too melted away, and were mixed with the generations of men." -William Butler Yeats