Personified

The heart is a person,
Whose heart is the soul.
Knowingly we abuse it,
Struggling towards our goal.
The heart doesn't complain,
For it is at peace with self.
The irony lost in time,
For the words lost in thought.
The heart wants to fly,
Wanting to see its brethren.
Yet,it is confined to walls,
And spends life in darkness.
Maybe an accomplice will emerge,
From the faraway land of grit.
The person will free the heart,
The heart will then fly happily.
He will turn to soul for company,
And soul will respond aptly.
Displaying glory of vintage,
Both folks will live life happily.