Bond, James Bond

Finished "Moonraker" by Ian Fleming. It was alright. Now reading "Vernon God Little". A poem I wrote for someone, when I was hurting really badly:

"Silentium amoris"

How will I know,

Of your greatest joys, your deepest pains,

When you will never let me in?

For what does the future have in store,

Are the sunflower dalliances nevermore?

Will the winter's cold keep us apart,

Never to finish what did not start?

So stand softly, and listen, to the wind,

Whispering this song, from now till the end:

Filled with sorrow and dismay,

Amo te, mea cara, sed non amas me.