intense, all-consuming; old-fashioned love

Let me not the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

which alters when it alteration finds,

or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's tool, through rosy lips and cheeks

within his bending sickle's compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

- Sonnet 116, W. Shakespeare

Shakespeare must be one hella person to love and be loved by.