In the quiet whispers of Harlem nights,
Your words like jazz, a symphony of lights.
Through every stanza, love’s embrace,
You painted dreams in every face.

With ink as rich as the darkest hue,
You spoke of love, pure and true.
A beacon in the shadowed street,
Where hearts and hopes in rhythm meet.

The love you penned, so deep and wide,
Carried the weight of a people’s pride.
In every verse, a lover’s plea,
For unity, for dignity.

Oh, Langston, in your words we find,
A timeless love, profoundly kind.
Your legacy, a love so vast,
In every dream, your spirit casts.