I told him not to sleep around but he didn't listen to me.
After sleeping with lots of women, he's got HIV.
I told him to use condoms but he said they weren't for him.
Now that he has a death sentence, he wishes he had wore them.
He's going to die and I can't imagine life without my best friend.
I'm going to stand by him and give him support until the very end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem