my dearest choice

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is it blatant when I can’t help but smile
in my not so subtle, innocent style

is it visible sparkling in my adoring eyes
or have I kept it successfully disguised

is it obvious in my careful choice of words
or have I left behind no obvious records

is it exposed when I flip through my hair
or would that be mistaken for simple flair

can it be heard in the pitch of my voice
or will no one ever know my dearest choice