Comments about Kevin East
You are the summer days, the jasmine of my mind
The orchestra that plays when hearts at first entwine.
The stars across the sky, the twinkle of your eye, are lit by the same fire
A song from the same choir that turned the moonlight blue.
The sun after the rain, the breeze as angels passed
The scent of love's refrain
High seas tied to a mast.
The danger and the thrill upon the highest hill