In the quiet hum of Harlem’s streets,
Where dreams and shadows softly meet,
Langston’s words dance in the light,
Weaving tales of love in the night.
Through his verses, hearts entwine,
In rhythms sweet and lines divine,
Echoes of longing, whispers deep,
In every word, emotions seep.
Love’s gentle touch, a tender grace,
Found in the warmth of his embrace,
A melody of hope and dreams,
Flowing in poetic streams.
In Langston’s world, love’s gentle sway,
A beacon bright, a guiding ray,
His legacy, a timeless song,
Where hearts in love forever belong.