Cycles of love

Oh, yes. Lovely piece. Ever wonder who really looks at, but doesn't really see the cycles all around us? And just how many do? I have no answer, myself, but I will say this: We all start the same. We all live our lives. We all have a purpose. .....we all just don't realize that purpose, until it's come to pass.
You have a wonderful way with your words, and ideas. If only I had your gift so long ago. No need to worry about the ryhming, or the structure, or the flow, all the time. Your message comes through, young one. Keep writing.

This is a great poem and it really touched me. (5/5)

An angel can only love so much
Before she's called back home.
Sadly many of them finish their deeds
In very short years alone.
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I must admit that this stanza confused me slightly, but it made me want to read the rest of the poem to see if it somehow made everything clear. And, in fact, it did.

She's sent to earth as an infant,
Knowing not how to say a word.
Yet she shows her love in other ways,
Not even having to be heard.
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Completely beautiful use of word. I can almost imagine a baby giggling and smiling to show how happy it truly is.

Then she becomes a child,
Who's innocence could save the world.
If only everyone saw things ,
Through the eyes of a little girl.
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If only we could. This is one of my favorite stanza's in this poem for the simple fact that everything in it is true. If only we did not try to look so deeply into things and see alternative motives, instead just saw the pretty colors that everything is made of like a child would.

After that she becomes an adolescent,
Who shows love by being a friend.
Who will always be there for their buddy,
Through the good and the bad.
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In my personal opinion this one line kind of through off the flow, but only slightly.

Together until the end.
At last she becomes an adult,
And starts a family of her own.
She worries as did her own parents,
And in that gesture love is shown.

Throughout one of these cycles of love,
That angel is called to find the light.
She has completed her mission of affection,
And must now vanish out of sight.
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Again, this is a magnificent choice of words. I completely and utterly love this stanza.

Her love ones are confused,
They don't understand why.
If she was so kind and pure of heart,
Then why did she have to die?
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A question we all ask...

She was a gentle missionary of love,
And only the good die young.
They must be reincarnated to start again
And spread love where it is longed.
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A good ending, though the very last line just did not seem to fit in. I would have tried something more like 'And spread love where is is only pretend.'...or something along those lines.

All and all I think this is an excellent poem with great imagery and word choice. Keep up the good work!

'Whether It's the dishes or the garbage,'
I found myself in sort of a fantasy world in the beginning of this poem, and this line was an abrupt awakening. Can you think of a metaphor, or creative way to say it?
I /really/ like the way you ended.
Other than my first criticism, I can't think of much. I think that you've got a good, touching story here. But it's lacking some. I'll look it over more, and if I can think of something I'll pm you.
I like it though!

Fair poem. think you could have rhymed a little more, you did in some parts, but you didn't quite go all the way... but still i like the way you showed the four steps of a persons life; infant, child, adolecent, and adult, and then she died...too young...nice i can fell the pain and hurt of this poem!

**Ada**
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