I have more love in my heart than water in the seven seas, stars in the sky and cracks in the sidewalk down my street. I have more light and sparkles in my eyes than a box full of gold coins and jars of fireflies. I have more hope, faith, grace and beauty than any classic starlet could ever hope to posses, because it comes as natural as breathing. I have more virtue than a nun and more audacity than the Devil himself; in the mornings he’s afraid of the sound it makes when my feet hit the floor.
I have more courage than brains at times. Most days, I am more Wesley than Solange, more Pikey than Lilly and more Miss Kati than oh-so-quiet Joy. I am more Elphaba than Galinda on occasion, more Toto than Dorthy and more cowardly than Lion, but I have more heart than Tinman and that’s all that counts…
I have more spring in my step then Tigger on a sugar high, and more arch in my back than St. Louis and McDonald’s combined. I have more curl in my hair and flirt in my pout than Shirley Temple, Jean Harlow and Marilyn Monroe all together, and I know how to use it. I have more tricks up my sleeve than a card-counter in Vegas, and given the time and patience, I could pull them off more stealthily than SEAL Team 6.
I have more kisses in my mouth than Gene Simmons and Paul Stanley ever dreamed of, and more bats in my lashes than an entire season of Yankee’s baseball and a home run on every pitch. I have more balls than the pit on the playground and more spunk than every little girl on the swingset, pumping her legs higher and higher just to try and get over the bar and see what life is like upside down…
I have more stories in my head than the Library of Congress, and on lonely nights I will curl up with a good one and relive my adventures. I have more spirit than a haunted house and more resolve than the detergent section of the local Kroger grocery. I have more guts than glory, more brains than beauty and more faith & trust than magic pixie dust, and I’m just fine with that. I have more Aerosmith than Mozart in my heart, more Leaving Hogwarts theme in my head than quadratic functions and more memories that sound like Guns N Roses riffs than sad goodbyes and tearful sniffs, and that’s how it should be…
I am so much more than meets the eye, so call me Little Miss Autobot and watch me transform. Call me Sherlock and watch my heart take flight; call me a Timelord and I’ll take you places you’ve only dreamed in your head, late late at night in a lonely bed. Call me a caterpillar, a silk worm, a moth: Love me how I am and forgive me for everything I’m not. Take me at my worst, love me at my best, leave out all the rest.
I am so much more than meets the eye, just wait and see…
