In Harlem’s heart, where whispers sing,
Langston’s words, a gentle spring,
Love’s embrace in every line,
Dreams unfold, softly entwined.
His verses dance on moonlit streets,
Where every soul and heartbeat meets,
In shadows cast by city light,
A tapestry of black and white.
Love’s sweet melody, pure and strong,
In his words, we all belong,
A bridge of hope, a beacon bright,
Guiding us through endless night.
Hughes paints love with vibrant hues,
In every poem, a dream pursued,
His legacy, a timeless song,
In every heart, it lingers long.