A/N: This first "chapter" is a poem by Robert Frost, which I thought was very fitting for the Edward and Bella's relationship. Every following chapter will begin with a quote or piece of a poem by Robert Frost and will contain a scene from Edward's perspective, some were in the books, some weren't. Some chapters will be scenes I had already written from his perspective, but that were scattered all around in my other stories, so I'll update them again here. Mostly it will be new chapters, though.

For the first time, I will have an updating schedule: I will update every Saturday from now on, but because this isn't a real chapter, the next one will be posted right after this one. The one after that is not a new one and I'll post it now too, because that's the first romantic one :).

Thanks for checking out my story and… enjoy!

Disclaimer for this fanfic: I own nothing, all belongs to the fantastic Stephenie Meyer.

To Earthward

Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air

That crossed me from sweet things,
The flow of – was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Down hill at dusk?

I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they're gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.

I craved strong sweets, but those
Seemed strong when I was young;
The petal of the rose
It was that stung.

Now no joy but lacks salt
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stain

Of tears, the aftermark
Of almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.

When stiff and sore and scarred
I take away my hand
From leaning on it hard
In grass and sand,

The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.

Robert Frost