It is mine

It is mine.
It is mine.
Gathering little seeds
which are mine.
Freely shared with.
Freely cared for.
I nurture my little seeds
and take them unto me.
My little parts
of little hearts
have room in my heart
and my heart grows
larger still.
I am so proud
of my little seeds
and show them off
for the world to see.
My little seeds
make me so happy.
Have you seen
my little seeds
and don't you wish
you had some?
Seeds of love.
Seeds of friendship.
Seeds of body love.
The are no seeds
of doubt here,
and there are no weeds
planted next to my seeds.
The garden of my heart
welcomes the news seeds
and I can feel them
growing already.
I am full of life
in my heart.
Yet, water them I must
and tend them I will.
I bloom and my petal
opens up with me.