The water of gravity;
The earth of the strong
Force; the feuer 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 KISS 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 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,
As if Du bent it with your eyes,
Your touch, your kiss?
When will Du realize
That I feel such painful bliss
For you, the one I miss,
Even if Du stepped away like this
Every second, every hour,
I wish Du would shower
Me with your affection,
‘Cos yours is my undivided attention!
Drop dead, Aang!
