I am weightless as a dove
In an airbender’s wake;
My very soul does shake,
Tremble,
Disassemble
As molecules of life
Reassemble
From the ashes of old strife,
Cradled as in Mother’s womb,
Yet freed from death’s icy tomb;
As I am drawn into Katara’s kiss,
As if drinking shadowless water, bliss-
Ful, after a century of thirst
Unquenched; the first
Drop alone sufficient for my being to burst
Forth to the fullest,
In the fullness of her embrace,
Transcending Time and Space…
So deep within the mantle of Avatar
Springs the life-giving water of Katara.
Ooooh-la-la: Katara!
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!
Drop dead, Aang!
