Every day, she asks me a question...
" Am I good enough? "
Every day I look at her awe.
It feels like the sunflowers are asking,
Whether they make the world bright.
Or
Like the stars are asking,
Whether they make the night hopeful.

Every day, she asks me a question...
" Do I have a quality good enough? "
Every day I look at her with awe.
It feels like the sun is asking
Whether it warms the earth.
Or
Like the moon is asking
Whether it makes every woman feel beautiful.

Every day, she asks me a question...
" Do they like me? "
Every day I look at her with awe.
It feels like the earth is asking
Whether it is loved and accepted.
Or  
The clouds are asking
Whether they make the flowers come alive.