Her eyes pierced my heart
With vengeless anger,
Longing to be set free;
A familiar fire
That burned and would not depart ….
When she yelled at me,
My heart was torn by sorrow
For her, as if longing to be
In her place, to prevent today
What could not be saved tomorrow;
Her price I would gladly pay…
When her hand struck me,
I was stunned
By the gentleness of her caress
On me—the enemy she had shunned;
She did not her hurt repress,
Yet did not tear down my dignity….
When she cried to me,
Her tears were as showers
Pelting my soul with grief unspoken;
Like burning flowers,
Grieving with a heart so broken,
Yet fragrant with the incense of forgiveness….
When she stood by me,
Riveted in horror as I flung myself to separate
Her from harm’s blow,
Trained at her to devastate;
Her hand was like a balm from which did flow
Healing that infused my emptiness….
Then she smiled at me,
Like the crash of a wave on a flaming shore,
Extinguishing my pain;
Like the warmth of the sun on my frozen core,
Reviving me where I had lain;
Embracing me in tenderness.
Ooooh-la-la: Katara!
Why do I want you so?
If you are my friend,
Why do you make me dream no end?
If you are my teacher,
Why do I see you as my peach—err …
If you are my sifu,
Why does my heart race for you?
If you 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 you are but a waterbender,
Why does my heart feel so tender,
As if you bent it with your eyes,
Your touch, your kiss?
When will you realize
That I feel such painful bliss
For you, the one I miss,
Even if you stepped away like this
Every second, every hour,
I wish you would shower
Me with your affection,
‘Cos yours is my undivided attention!
Drop dead, Aang!
