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 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 coração 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 coração 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!
