Dare to taste it, the fiery green paste
A flavor that lingers, a heat that won't waste
Your senses, your soul, your very being
The wasabi that burns, that sets your heart free.
But be warned, oh traveler, of the geisha's tears
For they flow like a river, down the silken veils
That cover her face, her pain, her deep-seated fears
A testament to a life that's lived through gales.
She serves the wasabi with a steady hand
Her eyes downcast, her movements grand
A master of the art of pleasing
A geisha who knows the heart's deep yearning.
For the geisha with tears and wasabi
Is a reminder that life is not just about hobbies
But about the courage to taste the unknown
And to embrace the pain that life has sown.
So dare to taste it, oh traveler, dare to be bold
To sample the wasabi, and to let your heart unfold
To embrace the tears of the geisha, and to honor her soul
For in her sorrow lies the beauty of the whole.