A/N: Okay, I hope you apprecieate my attempt at good poetry. I love to write poems, this is the first time I've used one for a story.

Zuko: Yah, and it smells like my sweet sweet hair. starts to sob My poor poor hair! So miserable, so sad!

Iroh: Yo, Zuzu, lighten up a little, won't ya?

Me: Who are you and what have you done with the real Iroh?

Iroh: Dunno.

Toph: I can see clearly now, the rain has gone...

Me: AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

This has been an episode of- Avatar: an alternate universe.

Chapter Five: In your eyes

Zuko:

I think a thought that scares me,

I think of something new,

I know it deep withing my heart,

I know I want to be with you.

It's something I cannot deny,

and yet I know I must,

for as I look into your eyes,

the thing I do not see is trust.

Katara:

I look into,

your golden eyes,

and most of what I see is lies,

but I hear a voice that calls to me,

just who it is, I'll wait and see.

I see the scar that marks your face,

and I know it's not my place,

but I don't care,

and neither should you,

for the good I see in you is true,

but I know for now I cannot trust,

distrust I will,

distrust I must.

Zuko:

I see your hand,

it reaches out,

and I take it,

without a doubt,

for though we know,

it cannot be,

I give to you,

a piece of me,

in hope that soon,

you'll set me free.

Katara:

You take my hand,

I feel the flames,

and I douse it,

with the rain,

but it keeps burning,

on and on,

an everburning flame.