Life goes in stage like the world revolves around the sun
^s the s is supposed to go after stages.
Life begins anew; as you start resolve the problematic equations
^to the to is to go between start and resolve.
Just a little bit of corrections but other then that your poem is awsome. I liked the part:
Love begins to weave its tangled web of deception to ensnare.
Breaking hearts and allowing love to be captured and cherished
Still someone is there to tell you how they think love should be.Those are the best parts about your whole poem. Keep it up and I can't wait to see the next one.Now you’re on your own and realize how cruel the world can be
You want someone to be there to give you guidance and comfort.
Instead you are cast out of their warm embrace to pain and grief
Forced to make your own decisions you begin to ponder and plan.