Love and migraines, the same, put side by side —
Both bearable, yet neither will subside.
Both cloud your head and fog your line of sight;
One puts you down, the other gives you flight.
Alas, let your rose-colored glasses shatter —
Why, let my mileage vary on this matter;
Migraines and love: the cruel one's the latter —
The symptom fades, the spasms stay inside.
and aspirin can t combat this
© Copyright: Владислав Вольнов, 2026
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