In love you trust,
Just not in her...
Tragedy struck,
Left with out a buck.

Wheathered the storm,
And she kept you warm.
Ambious glories to attain the top,
You never did stop.

All that was lost,
You tirlessly fought,
Little did you realize,
The little Angle by you side.

That wheatered the storm,
And kept you strong.
That set you free,
of Destiny.

There she lay,
Tattered and broken.
Her sprit as diverse as the Amazon.
Blind you be...

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Several typos (or what i believe to be typos (angle=angel?; tirlessly=tirelessly?; wheathered or wheatered= weathered?)...if they're not i'm sorry) but otherwise pretty good. I suppose there aren't really typos in poetry anyway. nice analogy

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