Me:
"Sometimes you run out of words, then you make an effort in order to come up with something close.
From rumbling thoughts to peerless joy,
From immense despair to a perfect bliss,
From dusk to dawn, is what's the story associated with magnetic eyes and a flawless smile.
An admirer of the magical smile asks for a portrait of relentless joy to embark on a friendship for angelical times."

Her:
"Pristine words and thoughts divine,
Grateful for the complimenting line,
But sorry, You are no friend of mine."

Me:
"Arbit musings were not distant flirtations.
In replying to these lines of mine,
have you not taken a step out of the line?
So lets not cross the line,
but still we could just walk the line.
Friendship follows in due course of time !! "

...

Chemistry of history,
seems like anarchy,
in the hope of not being an irony !