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what am i to you

i never want to be angry with you;
no, nothing but kindness
and a helping hand, for
there are never too many,
only too few;
and I must ask,
what am I to you,
a burden or a blessing,
i do not know, only
what i hope for
and dream is true,
that I am your friend,
but if i am wrong, forgive me,
for i wish not make excuses,
or cast blame,
only instead to learn,
for what is life
except what others know us to be,
which is why i will always love you