My angel has dark hair
She lends me her seemingly invisible wings
Sending my mind high up gliding in the air
Her presence or absence act like a switch
Triggering a proclivity for mood swings
When she’s there, it flips, and there is no glitch

My angel is a guardian
She holds the entire deck of cards
Among them, my heart
It beats at her sight
It slows when we part
It bleeds if she’s sad
Hanging on her plan

My angel is human
With a robe and a fan
Blowing away my doubts
Making me proud
Of the guy that I am
When she’s by my side

This description is too short, not exhaustive, not fair
For one that changed it all, my angel with dark hair.