I feel you Johanna

I feel you Do they think that walls can hide you? Even now I'm at you windowI am in the dark beside you Buried sweetly in your yellow hair Johanna.And are you beautiful and pale, With yellow hair, Like her?
I'd want you beautiful and pale The way I've dreamed you were Johanna.And if you're beautiful, what then,
With yellow hair,
Like wheat?
I think we shall not 

meet again
My little dove, My sweet  Johanna

Johanna
I'll steal you Johanna... ♥