'Pretty' politics

When hostile,

You seem like the frigid ice lands,

Barren and bare,

But, in the warmth of thy tender hug,

I smell the polished chair,

I’d come forth,

To be a willing volunteer,

If you’d be the high command,

I’d give up my candidacy,

To be your priority demand,

This would be

our joint declaration,

If I made myself clear,

That I love you

From the core of my heart,

By democracy, I swear!