Who Are You?
The Son.
Warren Peace.
Our hero.
Who are you?
Only a few months ago we never knew you existed.
Now you are someone we felt we have known all our lives.
How is that possible?
Is it because of your looks…you are very handsome.
Is it because of your power…terrible and destructive?
Is it because of your personality…fierce one moment, tender the next?
Who are you?
You are a mystery…a puzzle we seek to solve.
We first learn of you with these words:
"His mother was a hero…his father was a villain."
Our attention is caught. The wondering begins.
How is it possible?
Such a thing could not happen…but it has.
We are grateful for it.
You brood…you watch…you stay to yourself.
We see you use your power; it is both terrible and wondrous.
We hear you roar in anger…or is it pain?
We see you fall, but only for a moment as you rise up from blows that would kill lesser beings. Can nothing stop you?
When the fight ends, it is not because of Will…it is because of her.
She gave the fire extinguisher to him…told him how to use it.
Was that when you first really noticed her?
Later we see your other side…gentle and quiet…you work a job one would hardly expect of one so powerful.
We see the sadness in your eyes…the intelligence…the humor.
We see you smile.
The trap is sprung…she…and we…are caught.
Who are you?
What was your childhood like?
Was your father around…did he spend time with you…nurture and hold you?
Was he there to tell you bedtime stories…tuck you in…chase away the monsters from under your bed?
Do you know what happened to him…did you see it?
Did you know the truth about him, but still love him anyway?
Of course you did. You still defend his name.
"Nobody talks about my father."
Your plight has touched us.
You seem in pain…we want to take it away.
Some want to be your friend…others to be your lover.
How many of us would actually open our door to you if you were to show up one day?
The answer might surprise you…and us.
Who are you?
You are the lost son we search for…the brother we wish we had…the friend we would be proud of…the lover that haunts our dreams.
You are our hero.
Powerful…destructive…gentle…courageous…you are all these and more.
You are Warren Peace…you have stolen our hearts.
We do not want you to give them back.
"To let true love remain unspoken is the quickest route to a heavy heart."
Our hearts will not be heavy.
You are our hero.
And we shall always love you.