Love Poem: Sometimes She Does Not Believe Me

Sometimes She Does Not Believe Me

She says I am a liar
She thinks I am a player
That in her life I will make a Messi (mess)
Like I am really a complete player

So when I am talking
The way she looks at me
Her right palm on her cheek
The elbow resting on her thigh

Her big lovely eyes never blink
Looking straight into my eyes
Feeling her gaze in my mind
Deciphering truth from a lie

Then she twitches my forehead
When she thinks something is amiss
Just for me to repeat myself
Then I twitch hers too- to use her brain

She slaps me off the top of my head
And twitch me thrice in row
She will burst out of the house
I know, she does not want to murder me

She is prettier when she is mad
Punching and kicking the punch bag outside
She is the funniest creature in this world
And she is really a joy of my life