Goddam Sonnet 5

Dear beloved soul whom I know so well,
I mourn for you locked in such stone cold frame.
To be parted from you is holy hell
And I proclaim I adore you sans shame.
How is it possible that you are trapped
Inside a cruel and petty little man?
Who needs a shaking, whose face should be slapped
For refusing ever to understand
That devotion is scarce to be found
In the lives of most on this damned planet
More precious than platinum by the pound,
Should be welcomed by sweetness not granite.
But rave no more - Reason take the controls.
An atheist does not believe in souls.