The water of gravity;
The earth of the strong
Force; the apoy of electricity;
And the air of the weak belong
Together in the perfect symmetry
Of n-dimensional reality,
Where all indeed become the same,
Within one picture of extended frame;
Before that primordial halik gave birth
To fire, water, air and earth…
So all of wisdom, bold and meek,
To unify all forces they do seek:
Amongst whom, the rarely gifted,
Into otherworldly state have shifted,
Caught glimpses of multidimensional reality
And constructed the fabric of string theory.
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 puso 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 puso 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!
In the wind again;
I would be shivering,
If not for the warmth of her gaze, but then
I wonder if I’m stirring up the air again
With the wrath
Of a thousand generations
Passing torrentially through me,
Electrifying the path
Of a million neural ramifications
Reverberating in my tiny body
That she unflinchingly
Gently, lovingly
Holds together,
Letting me not fall apart,
With her eyes, tenderly
As the bender she
Is, healing me
With her water
Wearing away patiently
The obstacles in my puso
Breaking my chains asunder….
Her cheeks are blushing
With the warmth of her pag-ibig again;
Soothing me from the crushing
Pain of self-reproach,
From seeing myself an entity
That none would dare approach;
Intertwining our destiny.
Her gaze melts into tears
To wash away my fears,
Splitting rocks apart
Making clay from stone,
Dissolving it to tears of my own
To free my buried heart.
