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;
ou waterfall quaking and crashing,
Ever-gently breaking and smashing
Every chain around my cœur, coeur 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 par 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.
Why do I want toi so?
If toi are my friend,
Why do toi make me dream no end?
If toi are my teacher,
Why do I see toi as my peach—err …
If toi are my sifu,
Why does my cœur, coeur race for you?
If toi 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 toi are but a waterbender,
Why does my cœur, coeur feel so tender,
As if toi bent it with your eyes,
Your touch, your kiss?
When will toi realize
That I feel such painful bliss
For you, the one I miss,
Even if toi stepped away like this
Every second, every hour,
I wish toi would shower
Me with your affection,
‘Cos yours is my undivided attention!