So for the first time ever, someone wrote something to me, for me, about me. That doesn't happen. It made me speechless. It was something I apparently inspired her to write after I sent her a text.
Here it is:

A satelite in space facing the earth
Though there are billions of people and places,
Importance is in one verse.
"A boy in Washington heights sees the world in your eyes."
Little does the boy notice,
He is blind.
Blinded by the ray that he shines.
Bright enough to bring color to space,
Expose the darkest black hole
And brings hope to ones soul.
Beyond my iris,
Is his reflection.
Possibly that is why
He sees the world
In my eyes