She's got blond hair.
Blue eyes.
Black holes in them.
A star sprinkled nose.
Red lips.
Like Venus has.

She laughs.
As whole year would be July.
Loud and lightful.
And she isn't afraid.
Of anything.
Only of being useless.

But she dashes.
Against this world.
Since she came.
From Jupiter.
She falls so deep.
So emotional.

I hope, Juno.
You'll stand again.
'Cause I love.
Your stars.
Your gods.
Your universe.