Simple Poem Poem by Luce Darwin

For all it's worth
I may have dreamt
of a boy like you,
a little bit more than
favorably.
The only boy I've seen
up close for years.
And that is what you are,
a boy, simply and plainly.
You have made me feel
prejudiced and cowardly,
for thinking it wrong
to have dreamt of you.
Thank you for that,
for all it's worth.
I feel conceited and superficial
because I may have dreamt
of you staring at the curves
of my legs.
For all it's worth,
though probably nothing
at all, to you,
the simple boy,
I simply like you,
to put it as simply,
as this poem is simple.
And this is the first
poem I have written
about you,
for all that's worth
in your simple world.