A never-ending vigil

A poem following the dansa poetic form of a quintain (AbbaA) followed by quatrains (bbaA)

She sits waiting forever
Pining is sweet sorrow, and the eyes speak their own tale
People hustle about unmindful of one so frail
Strong bonds forged over years strain to sever
She sits waiting forever

Around every corner, she seeks hope like a holy grail
Patience a virtue she has long mastered on every trail
A fool on a hill, her eyes moist never
She sits waiting forever

Rain, sun, and hard shale affect not the optimism of her tail
Breaking news of her loved one’s demise hits her like a gale
Her wet fur and floppy ears and a head so clever
Yet, she sits waiting forever