This is my last poem.
Still translation.
"Love Poem".
With you to be prepared for--
let me start over, I'm sorry.
With you to be prepared for joy to be prepared,
for your eyes for your hands to be prepared,
for your voice with you alone to be prepared.
With you to be prepared for your sorrow
to be prepared, for your lips with your feet
to be prepared, for your silences with you
alone to be prepared can I overcome difficulties
without shedding blood.
Thank you.