Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine. No kidding. I'm just writing this for fun, not money-making (would any lawyers actually read these anyway??)
That said, this is a poem about Trowa, from Catherine's point of view.
Circus Children
I watch you, youthful circus clown,
The main attraction of our show,
You who cause a child's heart to glow.
The curtains rise and you astound
Us with your acrobatic spectacle;
Yet beneath your mask, no smile's found.
I'm beside you, lonely circus child
Performing in the centre ring
Together we've the ability to bring
The crowd to their knees and beguile
The masses – when the daggers I fling
Strike their targets true, they smile.
Though expressionless, you erase
Sadness and make hurt spirits fly.
Yet what's that look I see in your eye?
Life is something we're privileged to embrace,
Yet now I see you yearn to die.
What horrors did your past self face?
You're not alone, quiet circus boy;
I too was touched by war,
Separated from those I did adore.
I understand why you feel no joy --
What feelings filled your soul before
That these cruel times did destroy?
The curtain rises and they cheer;
They think we're carefree at a glance.
So enthralled are they by our dance,
That they never see circus children's tears.
I actually think it turned out quite well. Concurrence? Let me know in your review :) (ff.net is infuriating sometimes . It won't let the poem stay in separate stanzas unless I add those lines)