My Girl

We were full of joy
As gay as can be
I was just a boy
She was a girl in mittens that were dotty

I was too young to know
But it soon became too hard to hide
I was then but a calf
But now I'm a the bull that she would never ride

She no longer wears mittens
She is now a woman with a penchant for danger
She lets a lot of men con her
And to me she is now just a stranger

I don't expect her to be an angel
I wouldn't expect her to be a nun
But I didn't expect her to be so cold
And now she's ended up in the mirk and a hate filled slum

This is the price she's paid
She was too quick for her flower to bud
There were no euros in this exchange
She was gone the moment that the brown hit her blood

note: this was written as a mini challenge using words that me and my opponent placed onto a words with friends board