In the quiet murmurs of Harlem’s streets,
Where dreams and whispers softly meet,
Langston’s pen danced with gentle grace,
Sketching love’s tender, timeless embrace.

With words spun from the soul’s deep well,
He crafted tales where love would dwell,
In the glow of moonlit city skies,
Where hope and passion gently rise.

His verses sang of love’s sweet song,
A melody where hearts belong,
In every line, a heartbeat’s thrum,
A call to love, where all are one.

Through Hughes’ eyes, we see the dance,
Of love’s embrace and fleeting chance,
A tapestry of dreams entwined,
In Harlem’s pulse, where hearts align.