She says she cannot love me now, for I lack money,
She deems me unworthy, not sweet as honey.
But love should transcend material wealth,
A connection rooted in heart and soul, not material stealth.

For love is not measured by the size of a bank,
Nor by the sweetness of honey, a temporary rank.
It blossoms in moments of care and compassion,
In genuine gestures and heartfelt expression.

True love sees beyond monetary gain,
It cherishes the essence, the joy, the pain.
It values the depth of character and soul,
Far beyond what material possessions hold.

So let her choose the path she deems right,
But know that love cannot be bought with a plight.
For when love is pure, it embraces you for who you are,
Regardless of money or honey, it transcends far.