Her eyes as bright as the moon that lifts the tide
Like a dance partner
From whom I cannot hide….
She lifts my spirit
To disinhibit
That landlocked part of me
That’s longing to be free…
She flows within me:
Be it little stream meandering
And branching, permeating
Every corner of my soul;
Or waterfall quaking and crashing,
Ever-gently breaking and smashing
Every chain around my heart she stole…
She mends every hole
The battle doth impale in me,
Except the one that Cupid’s dart
Made her a part
Of me; her loving hands repair
All that is frail in me;
Completing me,
Reviving me,
Who knows no greater care….
For Destiny is never done
Even by the so-called “One”;
The Journey incomplete
When he is all alone;
An entity unreplete
When he is on his own….
For without my sweet Katara,
I am just another avatar.
