Centres: unofficial sonnet another attempt

In another attempt at a love poem, I gather centres to centres, in a whorl of portraits, each centred in love,

Gathered together, could I even closely capture the centre of even just one?

And looking on-

Can I see in the centre even, of them, the essence whereof? The portrait that hangs there, clasped on my heart like a ring,

And looks back! Again, I come undone, again to gather the centre of the ring, the nous hanging there, 

In her perfection