I love you.

Not the love of a man for a woman,
not the love of a father for a child,
not the love of God for his creatures,
but a love with no name and no explanation,
like a river that cannot explain why it follows a particular course but simply flows onward.

A love that asks for nothing and gives nothing in return;
it is simply there.

I will never be yours and you will never be mine;
nevertheless, I can honestly say:

I love you. I love you. I love you.