Yesterday...  

We had each other as if we were young,
And by an overcast twilight gray
We made the most of a moderate day
With the romance we from each other wrung
For an excess love in afternoon June!

How many more times might we inhale that?

That whiff of Elysian habitat
Strewn immemorial underneath the moon
More so than clothing on the boudoir floor;
That distribution of Eden in bloom
Predominating the master bedroom
As the most heavenly place to explore!

No. About this too much may not be said...

Paradise regained on a wedding bed!