I’ll love you till the end- The Pogues

The song is from the movie P.S. I Love You. The book is beautiful and the movie adequately captures the simplicity and the beauty of the book. This song is something that keeps playing in the background, and is something that Gerry sings for Holly in that oh-so-damn-husky voice of his and is something that Holly sings when one of Gerry’s letters tells her to go and sing at a Karaoke bar. The song, like the movie, carries the message that they’ll love each other. Always. And forever. So for the hopeless romantic that I am, this post of mine will be this song. Love, you see, exists in the simple joys and sorrows, ups and downs, smiles and tears, fights and make-ups of life. For now all i have to say is, P.S. I’ll always……

I just want to see you
when you are all alone
I just want to catch you
If I can
I just want to be there
when the morning light explodes
On your face it radiates
I can not escape
I’ll love you till the end

I just want to tell you
Nothing you don’t want to hear
All i want is for you to say
Why don’t you just take me
Where I’ve never been before
I know you want to hear me
catch my breath
I’ll love you till the end

I just want to be there
When we are caught in the rain
I just want to see you laugh not cry
I just want to feel you
when the night puts on it’s cloak
I am lost for words don’t tell me
All I can say
I’ll love you till the end

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