Love on my mind but not in my house

The first kiss,
The last kiss,
Whatever the thought
It's a sweet stab in my mind.
For this madly logical mundanity
Has never been kissed
And never been loved.
But don't cry for me dear reader,
Or I shall pluck out that weeping heart
And paint the town blood red for a start.
Thoughts of 'Love' and 'Romance'
May suffice for the moment,
They make my imagination dance.
So sometimes keep calm
And sometimes act like its a carry on
All's fair in Love and War
Those it's best to cheat
That rather Bellicose whore.
As you now can see;
I know Love
But does it know me?