Love wasn't rational; there was no proof that it even existed outside of people's imaginings.

“...(roses) each one shivering with cool silver light.”

“Do you ever just put your arms out and just spin and spin and spin? Well, that'…”

“...and so many orchards circled the village that on some crisp October afternoo…”

“The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun always longs…”