In the twilight of Harlem’s streets,
Where jazz and blues reside,
Langston found love’s sweet beats,
A rhythm he could not hide.

His words, a tender embrace,
Spoke of dreams and desire,
In every line, a lover’s grace,
Setting hearts on fire.

Through the trials and the tears,
His love remained bright,
A beacon through the years,
In the darkest night.

Langston’s love, pure and true,
A legacy that sings,
In every verse, a view,
Of love’s eternal wings.