You are

You are the coming of spring

After a long cold lonely winter

You are the kiss of rain on parched earth

Falling after years of drought

You are starlight appearing in a dark night sky

After clouds have cleared

Blown away by a storm

You are a soft balm

Stroked on wounds

Left burning, bleeding and scarred

After years of sleeping on a bed of nails

You are the flower of a soul

That unfolded purely from its source

Without being corrupted

And you my dear

Are also more precious to me than any jewel

Any fortune

Or any poetic metaphor

Can describe