The Door to December

There is a time to live,
A time to die.
There is a time to give,
And a time to lie,
Some doors are best left closed,
Before what is; now exposed,
The door to December.
Ice is meant to melt,
Love shoudn't wilt,
Life will end,
Though longer for the bend,
Soemtimes ice burns best,
Some say life is meant to love;lest,
The door to December.
Though the leaves have fell,
Spring comes till summer tell,
Ice cries to grieve,
While light tries to leave,
The door to December.