A Gift

How can you hate me for the gift I've given,
The letters, the writings, I know what you wanted,
I arrange it, your dream come true, now you hate me for it,
You wish for it back, only through me will it happen,
You blew out the candles on your cake without thinking,
Now and forever will it be a memory of yours,
To the next dreamer I must move on,
Find a passion, make it true,
their wishes are my command,
but careful how they show their graditude,
or without they'll be, just like you.