When do you know // When to go

When do you know
When to go?

When he cares for you,
And cooks for you,
And brings you cups of coffee in bed
On Saturday mornings when you're slow to wake up.

When do you know
When to go?

When he takes you on trips around the world,
And shares his best bottles of wine with you,

Knowing that your palate is unrefined, 

But still wanting to know what your tongue tastes.

When do you know

When to go?

When he wraps his arms around you at night

And lets you warm your cold feet against his. 

When he interlocks his fingers with yours when you walk,

And rests his hand on your leg when he drives.

When do you know?

When there is
No infidelity,
No abuse,
No loss of love,
Not even a little.

But a little bird flies by,

And whispers that sometimes

The best wine and the kindest touches

And even real love itself, 

Isn't enough.

Is that when you go?

Is that when you know?