
Today, I’m doing something different. I’ve been reading through old journals, came across one with a poem I wrote in 1998, and decided to share it with y’all!
Before You Read It…
A bit of background. I grew up with a domineering father and a conflict-avoidant mother who catered to him. I concluded early on that I didn’t want that kind of relationship! I wanted to be a strong woman who didn’t need a man. In fact, I didn’t even want a man. I simply wouldn’t get married.
While in college, I decided: Okay, maybe I’ll get married, but I’ll be very clear-headed about it all. No big romance. Companionship and passion, fine. But I didn’t much need the rest.
By the time I finished college, however, I was not married and totally over dating. No more men. No, thank you.
Enter my future husband. I really didn’t see it coming. I’d moved to a new city where I knew no one with the plan of doing my own thing without worrying about anyone else. And at the first church singles event I attended, I met a guy who looked familiar … and turned out to be my next-door neighbor. Eight months later, I married the boy next door. (More about our story here.)
Six years later, I wrote a poem in my journal that showed my shift from a desire to be entirely independent to a longing for interdependence. And a bit of romance now and again.
Why am I sharing it with y’all? For one thing, some of you may relate. But also, it could be worth sharing with your spouse to discuss what you really want in your marriage. Are there things you once said you didn’t care about, but now you do? What would be “nice” for you in your relationship today?
And Now, the Poem
I said, “I don’t need flowers or love songs sung to me.
You’d be wasting your time to write me lines of mushy poetry.
There’s no need to buy me silky lingerie for Valentine’s or our anniversary.”
But that was so long ago
Now I know
How nice a little of that could be.
I said, “I am quite self-confident and don’t need you to reassure me.
I’m an independent woman who doesn’t need a man to give her security.
And thank you, I can open my own doors. Enough with outdated chivalry!”
But that was so long ago
Now I know
How nice a little of that could be.
I said, “I don’t need you to hold my hand in public constantly.
And I don’t need that kind of movie kiss that lasts for eternity.
It just throws off my day if you call just to say that you love me; I know already.”
But that was so long ago
I think you should know
How nice a little of that could be
You needn’t overwhelm me; we can start out slow and just see.
A shared bubble bath, more kisses that last, daisies brought home with the groceries.
A slow dance in our living room after the kids fall asleep.
Now that I know
I want to show you
How nice it all could be.
Feel free to download the PDF for yourself and/or to share with others.

What a beautiful poem, and such an honest journey from independence to letting yourself want romance. I think a lot of couples could relate to that shift — realizing that wanting small tender gestures isn’t weakness but part of loving well. Thank you for sharing something so personal; it genuinely made me reflect on my own marriage.
Thanks!
I can relate to your story as the idea of marriage was up in the air for a long time for me as well. I knew marriage meant putting a husband and kids ahead of a career, and I so wanted to be able to travel, see the world, make an impact. After my first year in college I went on a mission trip with a couple who would be my future in-laws, as their son who was 3 years older than I had grown up in the same youth group but we hadn’t run in the same circles. He was also on the team and we began dating a few months later – just as friends, mind you! – and over the next 5 1/2 years God wore down my objections to getting married. Working with untrustworthy people who have less than my best interest in mind can’t compare to waking up every day next to someone who always has my back. He’s still the more romantic one by comparison, and I have to make a point of showing affection and letting him know I appreciate him, but even after 26 years I have no regrets.
I kinda love this story.