For Catwoman
Many times I gave my heart
And it was bruised
Or torn apart
By those I thought
I loved
So, in despair, I cried out for help
And a message came
As if from above
‘ My child, take your heart
and slowly, gently,
start
to nurse it back to health
and,
as you grow,
you will come
to know
that when you
love yourself-
truly love yourself-
you will want only
the best-
you will forget
about the rest-
And your heart will remain
With you
Until the one arrives
Who
Will treat it as lovingly
As you do’
