Her eyes as bright as the moon that lifts the tide
Like a dance partner
From whom I cannot hide….
She lifts my spirit
To disinhibit
That landlocked part of me
That’s longing to be free…
She flows within me:
Be it little stream meandering
And branching, permeating
Every corner of my soul;
o waterfall quaking and crashing,
Ever-gently breaking and smashing
Every chain around my corazón she stole…
She mends every hole
The battle doth impale in me,
Except the one that Cupid’s dart
Made her a part
Of me; her loving hands repair
All that is frail in me;
Completing me,
Reviving me,
Who knows no greater care….
For Destiny is never done
Even por the so-called “One”;
The Journey incomplete
When he is all alone;
An entity unreplete
When he is on his own….
For without my sweet Katara,
I am just another avatar.
Ooooh-la-la: Katara!
Why do I want tu so?
If tu are my friend,
Why do tu make me dream no end?
If tu are my teacher,
Why do I see tu as my peach—err …
If tu are my sifu,
Why does my corazón race for you?
If tu are a couple of years older,
Why does my passion smoulder
Inside me—
Drive me krazy?
Why, why, why, Katara?
What kind of Avatar
Am I, I, I, Katara?
If tu are but a waterbender,
Why does my corazón feel so tender,
As if tu bent it with your eyes,
Your touch, your kiss?
When will tu realize
That I feel such painful bliss
For you, the one I miss,
Even if tu stepped away like this
Every second, every hour,
I wish tu would shower
Me with your affection,
‘Cos yours is my undivided attention!
Drop dead, Aang!
