DIAMOND
Diamond
Country Girl
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©Country Girl2025
Publisher: BoD · Books on Demand,Östermalmstorg1, 114 42 Stockholm,Sweden, bod@bod.se
Print: LibriPlureosGmbH, Friedensallee273, 22763Hamburg,Tyskland
ISBN: 978-91-8097-108-9
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Diamond
Country Girl
IPart One twas in my better days (it’smymemoriesofthe later19th century)
Iwalkedalong my way. road wasempty no one dare to be outsidethe weatherwas differentthen yesterday’srain. butitwas changeable weatherso, only onewas me walkingthisroad. Theluckofmyheart was 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 butsoyoung at heartI didn’t always know to take care of her. My mouthsometimes said things Idid notknowshe listen so well to my wordsso youngatheart Iwounded herheart oh!Whata fool I wassomeofthese days.
Always when Ireached 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 wassohappy forthat. Ipickedupone little stone Ialwaysdid this wayso, if shewas in herroom, she knowsitwas me when sheheard thenoise of me.
So,beautiful shealwayswas herlovingvoice 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, and the story of aman with aheart, old fashioned love,yearninglove, lost?and found love?.familylife?read and find out, will he find sometimes wishesand dreams can come but before, we must dream and adream read the story of 'Diamond' 'her'?..the womanofhis heart. through?
