Money for honey

I search for love,
i find no more,
so i write this poem,
as i feel so low.

i search for a partner who would make my day,
who i would love n cherish all the way.

the more i search the more it hurts,
as i feel the hearts are filled with dirts.

no one wants to see within the heart,
they just wanna account fortunes from the start,

they wanna know how much i make?
can i buy wine n cake.

who said "love is blind",
sorry none are blind,
everyone has a materialistic mind.

no matter how you look,
if your pockets are hot she will cook.

why am i writing these lines?
waisting my time in these rhymes,

i will go make lots of dollars,
so to have a coat with white collars.

i am going to make some money,
cause that's the only way to make her say " i love you honey."