When the bride leaves her father's home and becomes the wife of the one who loves her, she rises to a greater degree of love. They are no longer two who love each other. I am ONE who loves himself in his double. The one loves himself reflected in the other, as love holds them in a knot so tight that joy cancels the personality and the two singles in one joy.
Forwarded from Aesthetica Veritatis
If some people say "traditional pic"they probably image a wheat field with a family dressed with traditional clothes,this aesthetic idea is easily born while watching Ukrainian folklore