A geisha is not just a beautiful face with white-snow powder and red-cherry plump lips, with a eyeliner curving while flying in the sky with long eyelashes, her hair rolled into burnt-black cinnamon-rolls, when she lets down her hair it flows down like a small waterfall, and when she gives you a quick glimpse of her eyes, you see that spark and glow in her eyes that hypnotizes you in staring at her glowing beauty, when you look at her pink kimono you think of a cherry blossom tree, blooming in spring. When a geisha performs for you, does she not look like art right infront of you, when she ralks to you it sounds like a angel in the room, when she dies she'll die like a proud geisha that amazed you.