Here comes love, it's like honeyYou can't buy it with money
Here's the thing, I checked in the supermarket and you can, in fact, buy honey. You can buy honey quite cheaply and in rather plentiful supply despite the drought. For a semi-reasonable sum you could buy enough to cover yourself and everyone you know in honey. Fun as that may be it is not love and it is not free. I suppose that if you wanted to piss off some bees and if you had the right connections then you could go and get the honey straight from the bees. I guess that would be sort of free. Sure, you'd pay a dreadful emotional cost in knowing that you've raped a poor innocent beehive. You might even have the karmic conundrum of knowing that your pursuit of honey has caused the death of a large number of bees. The bees may even die from pining for their lost honey. Alternately, you might pay the price in beestings and, again, the emotional cost of being the death of bees. Sure, if you go and harvest the honey for yourself then you aren't buying it with money but I'm sure you'll agree that your soul will be that tiny bit diminished by your deliberate and callous abuse of bees. At which point, you'll have to spend some quality time at a bar buying the drinks which are the only things capable of soothing your savaged soul. Naturally, you'll avoid mead. The important point is that you most definitely can buy honey with money. I have some sitting in the cupboard right now that I acquired in such a fashion.
Love, however, is not something that I've ever found for six dollars a jar (it's the drought, man, and I'm right in it) at the supermarket. Indeed, it is something that I've never had the money to buy. Not that I'd particularly want love that came in a jar for six dollars. Or even a love that did that. Or even a lover that did that. Oh dear, I’m becoming all tangled up. I’d be curious to know if anyone has ever found love at a supermarket and, having done so, if they had to pay for it at the checkout. I’m quite sure that plenty of people think that love is something that can be provided for adequate fiscal return but I suspect that they’re confusing their terms. Things that you can buy for money may be fun if you can’t get them for free – getting anything for free is so much more fun though – but none of them are love. I can really come up with no decent argument in which love can be bought for money. Or even with money.
I’m not even terribly sure if love and honey have that many similarities. Sure, both are sweet in moderation but too much of either can have terrible physical repercussions and play havoc with the pancreas. As we all know, both are safer after they’ve been properly processed and, possibly, heat treated. Both are, in the right circumstances, quite yummy and fun but, really, not at all tied together and without sufficient similarity to compare. In short, love is not really at all like honey. Honey can be bought with money. Love cannot be bought with money. I strongly suspect that this couplet is all about rhyme and nothing at all about the similarities between love and honey and their relative costs – financial or otherwise. I cannot tell you how much I hate that.