Diamond
Diamond
Country Girl
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©Country Girl 2024
Förlag:BoD · BooksonDemand, Stockholm, Sverige
Tryck: LibriPlureos GmbH,Hamburg,Tyskland
ISBN:978-91-8080-022-8
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Diamond
CountryGirl
IPart One twas in thebetterdaysit’smymemoriesofthe later19th century.
Iwalkedalong my way. road wasempty no one dare to be outsidethe weatherwas differentthen yesterday’srain. butitwas changeable weatherso, only onewas me walkingthe road.The luck of my heartwas this beautifulwhite horseI hadsoI always couldrideto my beautifulgirlofmyheart. Itakea ride away with allmyloveinmychest to getto my precious sweetheart.
That’s whyI saythe better happier days of the19th century, it waslovebackthentimelesslovebetween a womanand aman so youngatheart Ididn’tknowto take care of her. My mounth said things Idid notknow shelistensowelltomywords so youngatheart I woundedher heartoh! what afoolI wasthese days.
Always when Ireach herbig oldhouse,I looked at the window at theright side of thehouse just to seeifshe washome, sheusedtohavea little lightfor me her message Iwas welcomeintoher house. Iusedtopark
thehorse abit away from thehouse so herfathernot shouldsee me or hear thehorse.The horsewas quiet andI washappy forthat. Ipickedupone little stoneI always didthisway so,ifshe wasinher room,she knows it wasmewhenshe heardthe noiseofme. So,beautiful shealwayswas she’slovingvoice when she talked to me.Welcomedmeintoher romantic room.I climbedupinthisgardentreeitwas my only waytoget inside,her father wouldnot neverlet me in especial night-time like this.So, as Itellyou Iclimbed up in the tree always so happythatitgrows up there, Iwas like a gorgeous bird that used thetreeshe wasalwayssolight scared Iwould fall down or thetreewould break. ButI wasa good climberlikea bird Ireach herwindowand shehelpedmeinsideagain as so many timesbefore, our secret love in this 19th century.
When Istood thereinher room it always takesmy breath away to seeher.She wasalwaysworried of me if herfatherfinds outI’m therehewould gethis bighands on me andI do notdaretoknowwhathewould do to me so,wealwaystalking lowevenwhisperingabout our love.
It wasalwaysmypleasuretosee herso, romantic to kiss hercheek,her nose,and tell hermywords only she knows, sheknows me as theyoung heartedman Iwas thesedaysI didn’t know Ihurtedher when Ilefther becauseI foolishtoldher Iwould neverevertakethe big step to marriage. Iwas so youngatheart IsaidI wanted to be free like abirdtoher,soI hurted her. Herlovewas so sweet. When time to go home Ireach my oldhorse,I wasa happy youngman of this 19th century. With a loving girl in hismind. So,I startedthe ride andleftthis houseoflovethe horseI ride wasalwayssoniceand quietly. To take arideespecialtoplacesofyoung hearted girlslikemine. That’s whyI love this horseotherwise I hadnever gota chance to reachmysweet heartedgirlof mine.Whata night, when Ireach my houseI whistling alonghappy as Iwerewithmythoughtsofher,whenI reachmyhouseand thedoor, Inoticethe keywas gone it wasnot in my pocket as it always usetobe. Imusthave droppeditso; getintomyhouse Ijustcouldn’tdo.
oh!whata badluckI lose my keysoprobablyitwas in theromanticroomwithher so Iwentbacktothe street Iloved sawthe lightwas notonsoI carefullythrow a
little stoneonthe window,noanswernolight maybe shegetstosleep.I trytothrow anotherstone,and one more stonethenatlastthe lightwas on butitwasn’ther it wasthe manwiththe bighands father of herhetakes alook outside. He opensthe window with aangry face andyelltometogotoanother placeI couldhearfrom thebackgrounda worriedvoice begging please.Hewas so angryitwould be dangerousifhehad agriponme. I wasworried of hersoscaredshe must be will he hurt her when Ileave punish her. Itry to talk explainI only a friend butheyells he’s no fool andthatI shouldleave andnever return to this houseand he told me if Ido, he wouldshoot me down andput abulletintomybrain.
So,I went away scared of histreat.I will trytoconnect with heragain butitwouldn’tbeeasyI understand.
Time went on Itried to notcause herany problems with herfathersoI walked quietlyone nightdownher window thelampwas on themoonwas full andthere in thenight it wasa youngman that missing hisgirlof heart. Wanted to tell herhemissedher alot butI was scared of thefatherofthishouse wouldshoot me down if he understood Istood thereagain.Soisthe life in the 19th century.
Thoughts, andthe story of aman with aheart, anda dream.
read the story of 'Diamond' oldfashioned love,yearning love,lost? andfound love?familylife?
read andfindout,willhefind'her'?..the woman of his heart.
sometimes wishes anddreams cancome through? butbefore, we must dream.