What It Takes to Be a Lover

Love is eternal and immortal, but lovers are not! How ironical is the circumstance to comprehend.
To be in love and to be a lover are two imports of one big ball game.
What is then, the effervesce that marks the commemoration of two beings and the communion of two souls? What does it indeed take to be a lover?

The innocence of a child, and the wit of the wise;
The dynamism of a scientist and the detailing of an artist...

The provocative demeanor of a philosopher and the permissiveness of a scholar;
The mundaneness of a proletariat, and the quintessence of the bourgeois...

The perfection of a paragon and the ineptness of an apology;
The purity of praying hands and the lucidity of open arms...

The courage of a soldier and the submissiveness of a devotee;
The brevity of an expression and the altruism of a philanthropist...

The fierceness of fire and the subtlety of silent waters;
The belief of the blind and the insight of a fortune teller...

The fluidity of the soul and the staunchness of the body;
The intoxication of opiate and clairvoyance of a prophet;
The realistic virtue of a crusade and the selfishness of a despot;
...And how do you give madness a miss? After all, if you are not mad in love, it is indeed not love at all!