First Taste of Love

My first taste of love Seemed so bittersweet It was like entering Heaven Each time that we'd meet Her beauty angelic She only lacked wings Ann in the middle Her Irish eyes gleamed I'm no angel named Michael You in your own way a con For stealing my heart Then we went to prom Then came the hell When you went away Your forces aimed high I died some that day We took different paths In each of our lives And on 7-7-97 I was to make you my wife Yet the day never came It wasn't to be I would have given my all And gave all of me You'll always be special For you were my first I give thanks for your love During my time on earth You made me a man In more than one way You'll be the regret that I carry Till my dying day