Kataang

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

If bạn think the Avatars master
Each element after the other,
I wouldn’t say you’re wrong;
But wouldn’t bạn 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, hoặc burn in shame,
My Avatar Aang is here to stun
bởi 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 hoặc meditation
But only a few months’ desperation?

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

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

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

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

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

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

If we met not long ago
Why do I want bạn so?
If bạn are my friend,
Why do bạn make me dream no end?
If bạn are my teacher,
Why do I see bạn as my peach—err …
If bạn are my sifu,
Why does my tim, trái tim race for you?
If bạn 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 bạn are but a waterbender,
Why does my tim, trái tim feel so tender,
As if bạn bent it with your eyes,
Your touch, your kiss?
When will bạn realize
That I feel such painful bliss
For you, the one I miss
Even if bạn stepped away like this
Every second, every hour,
I wish bạn would shower
Me with your affection
‘Cos yours is my undivided attention!