How Do You Know Her
Trinetta was as gorgeous as her name, delicate too.
Standing on the steps, she outshone the Eiffel Tower.
Was she wearing Dior? Anyway, she looked expensive.
Elegance was her middle name; her hair was perfect.
Modeling certainly suited her, she had a flair and an air.
Her shoes were designer, she looked casually beautiful.
How do you know her? My smitten cousin asked me.
Apparently surprised that I had an elegant friend.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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