Despicable Me two

I was an amateur when it came to romance
I just could not sweep that detail under a rug
Something inside told me I might have a chance
In spite of my equipment and disheveled mug

Maybe my love could see past the despicable me
If I put my feelings on paper so she could see
How passionate and romantic that I could be
I let my heart, soul and mind go completely free

Feelings I could neither understand nor deny
Would hang strongly in the balance as I sought love
I knew the despicable me would have to die
The only way to rise was with help from above

I had waited long enough to receive my fill
Of what I had only felt every now and then
Desiring with the wish to record with great skill
The beauty of my experience armed with a pen
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