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A short poem inspired by the pleasant Canadians

By Sarah LoydPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Top Story - August 2025
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Has anyone pretended to have a boyfriend/girlfriend from Canada? No? That was just a thing on TV? Oh, well. Here's a poem inspired by that concept.

It always kills me when

You look at me that way

It feels like Heaven sent from above

Things will never be the same

I can't be in love with you yet

It's too soon

I can't just make up

My mind about you

Oh, damn I think too much

All I need is your touch

I'll follow where you go

Take me to Toronto

I'm sick of the west coast

Make love in a snowstorm

This is my new home

Babe, don't leave me like a ghost

Kiss me under the moonlight

Make this moment last all night

I'll follow where you go

Take me to Toronto

Lay me down

In the maple autumn leaves

Can't hold back anymore

Take the heart off my sleeves

I'm falling in love it's just

Too good to be true

But I can't stop

Thinking about you

Oh, wouldn't it be nice

To melt my heart like it's ice

I'll follow where you go

Take me to Toronto

I'm sick of the west coast

Make love in a snowstorm

This is my new home

Babe, don't leave me like a ghost

Kiss me under the moonlight

Make this moment last all night

I'll follow where you go

Take me to Toronto

I hope you liked this poem. It's been a while since I've written anything. Trying to get back in the groove. If you like this, check out my other posts and follow me on X @melodies_marie.

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About the Creator

Sarah Loyd

I love movies, music, TV, and all things entertaining. I also love to write poetry. Follow me on X @melodies_marie. You can also find me on Pinterest @sloydmarie.

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    Written by Sarah Loyd