10 pts! What do you think of my poem about Toronto?

Toronto

Driving over crackling white snow,
Comforted because she's here,
Again guiding me where to go,
Blissful, the intentions sincere.

Here trees stand in the water,
My lover, the city that I live in,
Tomorrow again I'll have her,
Renewing the same where it begins.

Lost now through Forest Hill,
Where she knows my good deeds,
Dundas where my soul stood still,
Smiling at harmonious diversity.

Turning through bending roads,
Gazing at stunning stars above,
She asks me to come back home,
Where I'll always have her love.