​trap/έ/ζῆν collective (the flower girls)

Are you ready to cut off your flowers and place them in the casserole? If so, come;

Love awaits you! Love is not sold in the marketplace it is grown in your garden;

whether you are a king or a servant, the price is yourflower, and nothing less.

Yes, the cost of the elixir of love is your flower!

Do you hesitate?

Oh miser, It is cheap at that price!