In Harlem’s shadow, dreams awake,
Love’s gentle whisper, hearts to take.
Through every street, a soulful song,
Where hearts of color all belong.

Beneath the sky of endless hue,
Love’s promise shines, forever true.
A poet’s words, a lover’s sigh,
In Langston’s verse, we learn to fly.

Through rivers deep and mountains high,
His lines of love, they never die.
A tapestry of dreams to weave,
In every heart, a tale to leave.

So let us dance in Hughes’ embrace,
With dreams of love, our hearts to lace.
For in his poems, love’s light does gleam,
A timeless, ever-burning dream.