He Might Run A Mile From You Poem by Mark Heathcote

If you give him too much pressure
And he’ll start running…
And claim in his defence
He isn’t in love with you!

Youth is a candle that’s newly lit
And is shaky in its defence
So let’s not pretend!
It blows hot and cold.

So if he says he loves you
Except its true, he loves you
Else you could lose everything…
That’s meaningful to you.

Oh let’s not pretend…
When you’re looking for sureties
It’s a gamble falling at the first fence
If the pressures on you
To cross the finish line first.
He might run a mile from you.

Youth is a candle that’s newly lit
And is shaky in its defence
So let’s not pretend!
It blows hot and cold.