Kataang

My name is Katara,
Girlfriend of the Avatar.
I hail from Southern Water,
Where I am the last bender….

If wewe think the Avatars master
Each element after the other,
I wouldn’t say you’re wrong;
But wouldn’t wewe listen to my song?

The four elements are the same—
Their separateness an illusion—
So the true name of the game
Is transmutation, not manipulation….

Where avatars past worked hard to tame
All four elements, au burn in shame,
My Avatar Aang is here to stun
kwa blending all elements into one—

He integrates the elements
Into a Singularity,
Like lemur-bats and Koi-elephants
Despite their diversity….

For everything is connected;
For that he’s well respected:
To see beyond deception
Is to master integration;

For is there any other solution
To avert impending devastation
Without much training au meditation
But only a few months’ desperation?

Every moment that we share
Tells me just how much wewe care;
Every heartbeat throbbed in time,
Every reason, every rhyme….

Every touch and every smile
From wewe makes it all worthwhile;
Every thought wewe send my way....
What can I say?

Do wewe know just how much I upendo you?
Can wewe feel magic rising above you?
It’s so real, I fall in upendo with you, can’t wewe see,
Every time wewe look at me….

Stars collide
Every time that wewe touch me;
Deep inside,
I know just where my moyo must be:
Like a stream
Flowing endlessly to sea,
It’s my dream just to be with thee….

Every touch and every smile
From wewe makes it all worthwhile;
Every thought wewe send my way
Is worth zaidi than words can say;

Every moment I’m with you,
I can tell wewe feel it too;
Every time that our souls meet
I’m complete.

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,
As if wewe bent it with your eyes,
Your touch, your kiss?
When will wewe realize
That I feel such painful bliss
For you, the one I miss
Even if wewe stepped away like this
Every second, every hour,
I wish wewe would shower
Me with your affection
‘Cos yours is my undivided attention!