In the gentle sway of moonlit nights,
Where whispers of dreams softly arise,
A poet’s heart finds its tender light,
In the depths of love, where truth lies.

Through Harlem’s streets, the echoes sing,
Of passion’s dance and soulful grace,
His words, like rivers, gently bring,
A love that time cannot erase.

In verses woven with hopes and fears,
He paints a world of vibrant hues,
A tapestry of laughter and tears,
With every line, new paths he pursues.

O Langston, with your pen so true,
You captured love’s eternal flame,
In every sonnet, fresh and new,
You carved your place, a timeless name.