Too much.

The place of pleasure

To bathe in

Or swim to mesapotania

You need to dream easy

While you embark on your journey

As one the free

You like it that way

Always

So softly

She feels

In the thoughts

Touched and melted

Much of this means

What you wish

As the time you let your fish get away

To swim like a tuna

You could have

If you we like a sailor

On the way to Argentina

To see some tango.