Figs and Artichokes

Snowy blossoms as soft as cotton Is what I see in you My figs, my artichokes Gentle and smooth as a thornless rose Petals bleeding sweet nectarine Dripping in beehives beneath Its core, a round timeless root Or a square root maybe? Equates to fractals unseen Humbling as it hits iris in nude True, soft, gentle My dearests!