In Harlem’s heart, where dreams take flight,
Langston’s words, a beacon of light,
He penned the love of black and white,
Uniting souls in endless night.
His verses sang of freedom’s call,
Of love that broke down every wall,
A symphony for one and all,
His love, a rise from every fall.
Through pain and joy, his heart did weave,
A tapestry of love, believe,
In every line, a soul reprieve,
Langston’s love, we all receive.
His legacy, forever strong,
In every heart his love belongs,
A melody, a timeless song,
The love of Hughes, where we belong.