Love.. and after

When the first flush of  romance  passes,
when the need to dress up always ceases
when long hours of chatting trickle to minutes
when roses sprout a few thorns
When you question will it be so soon gone

Then you look up at a face and your morning lights up
U still miss a heartbeat when you get that smile
U still blush to the toes when u get that stare
and you know that you are at peace with the mundane

U feel belonged to the routine
U feel cared with just the daily greeting
U feel trusted in the eyes
U feel respected for being you

That is when you know ,
you don't just love,you are being immensely loved
you don't just have them, you belong to them too.....