My Valentine

And there you are for all to see,
Indeference gives you majesty.
You are quick to see the inner potential
  with compassion almost reverential
of people when their confidence hides
  are bolstered by your insightful
asides.
Yet this insight has a hidden effect -
It receives also the thoughts that wreck
and rip apart the souls of those that fight
to stay afloat. You absorb this plight.
And at home, it cannot be purged
when all about flock and surge
ahead to leave their ills with you
as if you were a priest that can renew
one's faith and base, make problems few.
But tell me all, tell me these tales
of how you've shouldered a burden again.
Proud of the support that never fails,
But mindful that you share their pain.
Good, my Valentine, Good you are.
Good beyond that which most deserve.
But your judgeless help is watched by stars -
And by their Gods, who see you serve.
Mindful, they are, by all you have been,
Starting the shoots of compassion young;
Stripped you bare by what you had seen,
And boldly you built one that seems unsung.
Let me sing to you now, you are loved.
By me, by all that care to know, their pride
in knowing you, may be carefully gloved
in knowing that however much they've tried
They can never be you.
Which is one of many reasons, Valentine
                                                                 why I love you.