Why do I want te so?
If te are my friend,
Why do te make me dream no end?
If te are my teacher,
Why do I see te as my peach—err …
If te are my sifu,
Why does my cuore race for you?
If te 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 te are but a waterbender,
Why does my cuore feel so tender,
As if te bent it with your eyes,
Your touch, your kiss?
When will te realize
That I feel such painful bliss
For you, the one I miss,
Even if te stepped away like this
Every second, every hour,
I wish te would shower
Me with your affection,
‘Cos yours is my undivided attention!
That she bends;
She becomes the power
That she sends;
She becomes the healing that mends;
She becomes the lover that tends;
She becomes the tenderness that she shields;
She becomes the weapon that she wields.
She becomes the blood that flows
Through me as our Amore grows;
She would not bend it
But would defend it,
As though her own depends on it….
She is the dancer who becomes the dance;
She is the spell who becomes the trance;
She is the sifu who becomes the way;
She is the daylight who becomes the day;
She is the shower
Who becomes the rain;
She is the flower
That soothes my pain;
She is the artist who becomes the art;
And of me she has become a part--
So inseparable;
So dependable
Is she who has blossomed in my heart.