To say “I love you” is equivalent to saying I breathe air.
Such sustenance as I derive from oxygen devolves so liberally, so reflexively upon me, yet were I deprived of atmosphere, the words “I breathe” would not avail to fill my lungs with what they need, nor would the words “I am a fish” convert my lungs to gills.
Ethereal by nature, not by choice, I’m bound to love you notwithstanding my voice.