Every morning doves come to my window
Every morning I close my window
They have come to sing to my day
A day I dread with every dove that sings
Every day the doves fly away
Hoping tomorrow will changes my disposition
Every evening I open my window
To listen to the nightingale sing to my night
Paper Moments & Broken Lines 
What the dove fails to do perhaps the nightingale can.
Exactly!
lovely. I like it