Who am I ?

Feel free to use this poem. It may come in handy.

Who am I, in this fateful hour,
Tradition for Tradition, overpowered,
Singing a song of miss-minded love,
Heart as my brain, brain like a Dove,
Mind me no heed,
For I've done the deed,
So take me and myself as a friend.

Author's Note

Criticism welcome and (maybe) needed.