The Beatles, four guys from Liverpool, still have people talking after all these years. 50 years ago, the band visited America for the first time. This weekend, people are reflecting on that first visit, and the significant performance on the Ed Sullivan Show in February 1964. They showed America how to sing, and we are still in love. Today's headline poem is for The Beatles.
The greatest love story
the greatest love story starts
with a soar,
not obligation,
but genuine admiration
in spite of faults,
softening bellies,
and aging hands
horrible about returning favors,
not in famous rock n' roll bands
you love
because when they look at you,
you know
they adore the person you have become,
you hear the laugh down the hall,
and you laugh just because
love is a combination,
an invitation,
gathering people from all over the world,
to tell them, I want to hold your hand
they listen
love is when
your heart matches theirs,
you hear the beat
in rain, sleet, sun and snow
come away,
you can say,
we have enough,
let's go...
the greatest love story
is like fresh purple grapes
on a February day
juicy, dripping with taste,
seeds to spit out,
sometimes in haste (that's how you learn)
love is breathing them in
with shaking hips
and glowing skin,
learning to see the
world differently, and again
lovers write their own songs
the words theirs,
but when shared,
become ours
open once they begin
John, Paul, George, and Ringo, in love we are still in
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