Linda George

Swansea, UK

Born in Gower, South Wales, a divorced mother of three lovely grown-up daughters, Gaynor, Anna and Helen, I am a Distinguished Member of The International Library of Poetry. I hold two certificates for outstanding achievement in poetry. As a Secretarial Administrator, I have several passes in GCSE and secretarial studies. Stuart Williams, a wonderful person from the peaceful village of Llangennech in South Wales, gave me my first inspiration to write, and he will always own my heart. I have musical talents and believe in Jesus Christ. The most precious thing in life is to love, and be loved.

Holy Waters

I could climb, the highest mountain, with you, right by my side.
I have dreamt, I'm drowning, in the sea, and with you, I have, survived.
I feel as though, the "Pearly Gates", have opened up, for me.
I feel, as though, I have been blind, and now, my eyes, can see.
This beautiful world, we live in, is more beautiful, than before.
Since you, came in, to my life, and knocked upon, my door.
I think, of what the blind man, is missing, with no, sight.
The gift, of seeing the midnight sky, and the stars, go out, at night.
His mind, has no image, of anything, on this earth.
Having been born, a blind man, since the first day, of his birth.
We must not take for granted, the gifts we are given, free.
The beautiful, shades in roses, and the colour, of the sea.
You don't need any money, to buy these precious, things.
You just give your soul, to Jesus Christ, and then, your heart, just sings.
The sinner, will go home crying, when he tries, to make, you fall.
For his jealous eyes, will be amazed, when you walk, away, so tall.
You won't know, where it came from, this faith, within, your heart.
But you'll walk, through life together, and you will never, be part.
I am baptized, with holy waters, since you opened up, Heavens Door.
And I have a beautiful radiance now, I have never, felt before.

Forbidden Love

I'm so rich, in love, that I'm dancing, in the air.
And if it were, money, I'd be a millionaire.
How can, something, so wrong, feel so right?
This feeling, that haunts me, by day, and by night.
I only started to live, the day, you came along.
I awoke, form the corner, and I stood up, so strong.
I couldn't fly, my wings, were so broken.

Never a nice word, to me, had been spoken.
Yes, you rescued, my life, before it died, completely.
You awoke, my dying world, and you kissed it, so sweetly.
Now I look, at this world, in a much, better light.
You're my candle, in the dark, so I sleep safe at night.
You were, right there, when I wanted, you most.
By being, my friend, and my leaning, lamp post.
So please, forgive me, if I'll never, forget.
The fact, that you've been, my most precious, friend yet.
I'm so rich, in love, that I can't believe, I'm me.
I'm so rich, in love, that I cannot, break free.
Yes, we're so rich, in love, you, and I.
We own, something precious, that no money can buy.

Love Is...?

Love, is for the giving, and not, for the taking.
The joy, that is given, when it's love, that you're making.
It's walking, on air, and reaching, cloud nine.
And it sends shivers, that climb, every step, of your spine.
That feeling, of joy, when you embrace, arms open wide.
Can be compared, to the sea, when the sand, meets, the tide.
Love, is music, playing in, your heart.
True love, is knowing, you'll never drift, apart.
It's a special, warmth, it's a happy, smile.
And it makes us know, that life's, worthwhile.