The colour of your charm: Your energy, in quiet and calm That emanates from your fingertips And quenches the moto on my lips; The soothing balm that melts my pain: Your tenderness that removes all strain; Your loving touch that heals My wounds, your boundless moyo that reveals All your beauty and warmth to me, Dissolving every painful memory, Rebuilding my shattered soul Of glass, into a jewel whole….
If we met not long ago Why do I want wewe so? If wewe are my friend, Why do wewe make me dream no end? If wewe are my teacher, Why do I see wewe as my peach—err … If wewe are my sifu, Why does my moyo race for you? If wewe 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 wewe are but a waterbender, Why does my moyo feel so tender,
I saw wewe late last night All alone. Something just wasn't right, I should have known... Those uchungu, chungu tears wewe cried; I guess wewe really tried to win his heart But your upendo was denied, Torn apart...
Starlight in your eyes Looking through my window; Looking through the window of my heart Opening to you... Starlight in your eyes Shining through my window; Every time I look into your eyes,
My sifu, You're my baby; Your kungfu Keeps wewe shapely; When elements get toasty, You're in the mood to boogie! If company Gets shady, Our moves Are ever ready And our grooves are Oh-so-steady!
We stepped and slid on the dance floor, Your every songesha I did so adore; Your hands drew water from the air; Soft light filtered through your hair; The rhythm in your body captured, wewe closed your eyes in music, enraptured;