Be worthy, love, and love will come; for it is not won by clamors, nor bought with gold, but grows like a flower where there is light and warmth, and dies if foolish hands pluck at it in haste, or shut it up in a dark place to be kept.
Love is treated like a living thing. The flower metaphor warns against grasping and hoarding. Worthiness is defined as steady warmth, not status. In the plot’s harvest, this blesses the quiet paths chosen. The longer pull rebukes hurry. Readers receive a patient ethic for affection. Tend; don’t clutch.