Burn the Book of Love you've been using these past few years, Capricorn, even if you just do it metaphorically. Don't think of the incineration as censorship. Think of it as liberating yourself from the tyranny of fables that have programmed you to accept less love than you deserve and give less love than you have to give. Imagine that you're ready for a riper approach to the knotty riddles of the heart. And when you're done with the burning, go in search of a brand new Book of Love. Better yet, write that holy text yourself. A good title might be "Love Doesn't Conquer All, But Sixty Percent Isn't Bad." A bad title would be "Love Doesn't Suck."