The water of gravity;
The earth of the strong
Force; the feu of electricity;
And the air of the weak belong
Together in the perfect symmetry
Of n-dimensional reality,
Where all indeed become the same,
Within one picture of extended frame;
Before that primordial Kiss gave birth
To fire, water, air and earth…
So all of wisdom, bold and meek,
To unify all forces they do seek:
Amongst whom, the rarely gifted,
Into otherworldly state have shifted,
Caught glimpses of multidimensional reality
And constructed the fabric of string theory.
That she bends;
She becomes the power
That she sends;
She becomes the healing that mends;
She becomes the lover that tends;
She becomes the tenderness that she shields;
She becomes the weapon that she wields.
She becomes the blood that flows
Through me as our l’amour grows;
She would not bend it
But would defend it,
As though her own depends on it….
She is the dancer who becomes the dance;
She is the spell who becomes the trance;
She is the sifu who becomes the way;
She is the daylight who becomes the day;
She is the shower
Who becomes the rain;
She is the flower
That soothes my pain;
She is the artist who becomes the art;
And of me she has become a part--
So inseparable;
So dependable
Is she who has blossomed in my heart.
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!