Kataang

My name is Katara,
Girlfriend of the Avatar.
I hail from Southern Water,
Where I am the last bender….

If anda think the Avatars master
Each element after the other,
I wouldn’t say you’re wrong;
But wouldn’t anda listen to my song?

The four elements are the same—
Their separateness an illusion—
So the true name of the game
Is transmutation, not manipulation….

Where avatars past worked hard to tame
All four elements, atau burn in shame,
My avatar Aang is here to stun
oleh blending all elements into one—

He integrates the elements
Into a Singularity,
Like lemur-bats and Koi-elephants
Despite their diversity….

For everything is connected;
For that he’s well respected:
To see beyond deception
Is to master integration;

For is there any other solution
To avert impending devastation
Without much training atau meditation
But only a few months’ desperation?

Every moment that we share
Tells me just how much anda care;
Every heartbeat throbbed in time,
Every reason, every rhyme….

Every touch and every smile
From anda makes it all worthwhile;
Every thought anda send my way....
What can I say?

Do anda know just how much I cinta you?
Can anda feel magic rising above you?
It’s so real, I fall in cinta with you, can’t anda see,
Every time anda look at me….

Stars collide
Every time that anda touch me;
Deep inside,
I know just where my jantung must be:
Like a stream
Flowing endlessly to sea,
It’s my dream just to be with thee….

Every touch and every smile
From anda makes it all worthwhile;
Every thought anda send my way
Is worth lebih than words can say;

Every moment I’m with you,
I can tell anda feel it too;
Every time that our souls meet
I’m complete.

If we met not long ago
Why do I want anda so?
If anda are my friend,
Why do anda make me dream no end?
If anda are my teacher,
Why do I see anda as my peach—err …
If anda are my sifu,
Why does my jantung race for you?
If anda 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 anda are but a waterbender,
Why does my jantung feel so tender,
As if anda bent it with your eyes,
Your touch, your kiss?
When will anda realize
That I feel such painful bliss
For you, the one I miss
Even if anda stepped away like this
Every second, every hour,
I wish anda would shower
Me with your affection
‘Cos yours is my undivided attention!