There is one woman I dearly owe,
A woman I regret to not know,
One who visited me in my dream,
Helped me bolster my self-esteem.
But through fair means I dare not say,
A contest won with a price to pay.
A woman motherly old with silver hair,
Helped me win a woman golden fair.
Rushed in thanks before she disappeared,
In another dream I fatefully appeared.
In these sequences of mystery untold,
My character flows into unconscious mould,
I wake with gratitude but with certain fear,
Am I in debt? Or am I Clean and Clear?
Till this day I do not know,
But safely said, She’s A Woman I owe.