A knife would be relief

A knife would be relief so sweet,
Compared to this pain so acute.
A razor does more as love
Than you could ever dream of.

The blood would be relief from Heat,
Made down below in the Fruit.
My finger does more as love
Than one could ever dream of.

A pill could be a special treat,
But now it seems my word is mute.
Objects do more as love
Than I would ever dream of.

Love would stop my further retreat,
It has power one can’t refute.
But one can never attain love
With horrors never dreamt of.

Author's Note

This is NOT new, I'm putting all my poetry on WC.