The colour of your charm: Your energy, in quiet and calm That emanates from your fingertips And quenches the feuer on my lips; The soothing balm that melts my pain: Your tenderness that removes all strain; Your loving touch that heals My wounds, your boundless herz that reveals All your beauty and warmth to me, Dissolving every painful memory, Rebuilding my shattered soul Of glass, into a jewel whole….
If we met not long ago Why do I want Du so? If Du are my friend, Why do Du make me dream no end? If Du are my teacher, Why do I see Du as my peach—err … If Du are my sifu, Why does my herz race for you? If Du 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 Du are but a waterbender, Why does my herz feel so tender,
My sifu, You're my baby; Your kungfu Keeps Du shapely; When elements get toasty, You're in the mood to boogie! If company Gets shady, Our moves Are ever ready And our grooves are Oh-so-steady!
We stepped and slid on the dance floor, Your every Bewegen I did so adore; Your hands drew water from the air; Soft light filtered through your hair; The rhythm in your body captured, Du closed your eyes in music, enraptured;