ALPHABET SOUP LOVE Michael Dyer © 2007

In my alphabet soup, the letter "I" is a distant sigh from the letter "U". Oh my, and when the "X" appears, It's so complex; so hard to untie.

The letter "A" started our craze, in so many ways, But letter "Z" has overtaken me, and when letter "Y gives no reply, I wanna die.

When letter "Q" questions the "U" about cheating with "H", "I", "M", There's nothing to do.

What came to be of the letters: "L", "O", "V", "E"?

What came to be, of the letters: "L", "O", "V", "E", "R", "S"? Who can guess?

They can't be found, even by the shivering "C". Can't be found, even by the drifting "D".

On the road, when there's a "T", You gotta choose; you just can't snooze. And when you see "N" next to "O", then you know, You've gotta go,

'Cause the "B" in "L", "O", "V", "E" is gone. 'Cause the "B" in "L", "O", "V", "E" is Gone.

What R we but letters, floating in a soup? That twist and swirl, splash and loop, Back on ourselves, Then back on our shelves.

What came to be of the letters: "L", "O", "V", "E"?

What came to B, among the As and Zs, of the letters: "L", "O", "V" ...