It is natural and harmless in English to use a preposition to end a sentence with.

It scored right away with me by being the smooth, fine-grained sort, not the coarse flaky, dry-on-the-outside rubbish full of chunds of gut and gristle to testify to its authenticity.

Only a world without love strikes me as instantly and decisively more terrible than one without music.

I sometimes feel that more lousy dishes are presented under the banner of pate than any other.

I am always incorrigibly interested in the behaviour of the 'human animal', and look forward to perusing divers effusions of your lively pen.

A bad review may spoil your breakfast, but you shouldn't allow it to spoil your lunch.

Death has this much to be said for it: You don't have to get out of bed for it. Wherever you happen to be They bring it to you—free.