Aang
He loves that special girl,
The girl who'll always own his heart,
His heart is what makes him who he is,
Who is he? The keeper of balance in the universe,
The balance that no longer exists,
But will exist soon enough.
His anger is controlled by love,
The love is what keeps him on the defense,
Never would he leave the defense to hurt another,
Hurting anyone goes against what he was taught as a monk,
And the monks taught him well,
Soon his teachings will pass to the next of his kind.