A Rhyming Break-Up

I showed her grace, and got disgrace, but I'm not the Pope and I lost all hope. So I found a way out with dope, it helps you cope. What didn't she steal, now I can't heal. She put me in my place, and took the smile from my face. Love flew, like a dove. Was I to blind to find the truth, after all I'm no sleuth or was it lost in youth ? She broke my stride and my pride, so I cried, then I died. A bona fide ride to hell, but I didn't sell my soul isn't that swell.