because death can never take away that joy, once shared....Can l'erba fresch'e.lh folha par
e la flors boton'el verjan
e.l rossinhols autet e clar
leva sa vots e mou so chan,
joi ai de lui, e joi ai de la flor
e joi de me e de midons major;
daus totas partz sui de joi claus e sens,
mas sel es jois que totz autres jois vens.
When the new vegetation and the leaves appear,
when the flowers bloom on the branch,
and when the nightingale clear and loud raises
its voice and begins to sing,
I rejoice in the nightingale, and in the flowers,
and in myself, and most of all in my lady.
I am surrounded by joy on all sides,
but she is the joy from which all other joys come.
bernard de ventadorn 1147-1170. occitan troubadour
My most heartfelt sympathies.