The sun, a fiery eye, peeked over the hill, another day begun, for Edward to fulfill. His task, a mountain high, stretching long and wide, but in his heart, a hope, a love, to be his guide. For at the end of the day, when work was done and through, awaiting him, his love, a vision pure and true.

The hours ticked by, like grains of sand so fine, his focus on the task, a dedication divine. The sunlight dimmed, the shadows stretched and grew but in his mind, his beloved occupied it.

Your image, ever bright and new.

With aching limbs and weary hands, he finally stood, his work finally complete

Through darkened halls, he hastened, heart aflame, to reach your waiting arms.

The door swung open, revealing a sight so fair, his beloved resting on their bed. "My dearest love!" He cried, his voice with joy alight, "I've come at last!" *And as he reached your side and brushed your cheek so soft, he knew that all the toil was truly worth the cost. "How are you my angel? How have you and my beloved child is doing?" He questioned as his hand moved to caress your pregnant belly