You

The very word may be too much, one knows one's own identity to do what seems appropriate and somewhat lucrative, of course. Will you tell me, my childhood friend just who I am, and then you could, with tears of laughter in your eyes, reveal the innermost and purple secrets of your ageing heart. Yes it is me! I do not care but hug the floor with trepidation, you will be fine, it is the thought that makes me wild, no matter what I shall be there, in all that's free, I would forever hold you tight my precious child.