[ WP ] The perfect couple is hiding a secret . They 're both can rewind time , and make changes . Neither knows about the others ' gifts .

It started out as just a regular day, 
 Lindsey came home but Johnny was away; 
 She put her bag down, sat on her haunches and sighed, 
 Something was wrong, she could just feel it inside. 
 
 After the movie yesterday he said something suspicious, 
 And she never thought she'd fret over something fictitious; 
'That was loads better than the action movie,' he'd said, 
'The one where the superhero ended up dead.' 
 
 Lindsey was puzzled, she stopped to rub her cheeks, 
 That night was the first flick they'd seen in weeks; 
 Could he be cheating, was he a two-timing liar? 
 Or was she wrong and just misplacing her ire? 
 
 Now she continued to ponder, to wonder and think, 
 Had their perfect union surfaced its first chink? 
 If that was true then was it a crime, 
 To use her power to rewind all that passed time? 
 
 After all it's not something she'd not done, 
 Like when she got drunk and Johnny put in a bun; 
 To keep things perfect, mistakes she'd prevent, 
 Even if it meant reliving the very present. 
 
 And suddenly a thought surfaced in her head, 
 She could n't recall Johnny slipping up instead; 
 Rewinding the clock all through the years, 
 Was to fix an error, most commonly hers. 
 
 Could it be possible, did he have it too? 
 She thought,'is he as chronilogically gifted as you?' 
 She knew she'd have hated that hero movie anyway, 
 What if he took her, then rewound and relived the day? 
 
 Then, he stumbled in the door, hands up in surrender, 
'Sorry I'm late, I had a small fender-bender.' 
 She thought,'that's odd that never happened before, 
'Not since we married in two thousand and four.' 
 
 Then he tripped over the footstool and fell, 
 Tumbling towards her as they both let out a yell; 
 Two blunders in a day, that was certainly queer, 
 It was so unlike her perfect, flawless dear. 
 
 She began to think after he misspoke last night, 
 That he was growing tired of hiding it, try as he might; 
 Perhaps he decided that the effort might be small, 
 To stop hiding the power by not using it at all. 
 
 She rolled over him on the ground like a cat, 
 And pinned him down firm as on his hips she sat; 
'You're mine now,' she said, giving in to the feeling, 
 Perhaps imperfection was n't all so unappealing? 
 
 She planted a kiss, soft and tender as they came, 
 And thought maybe she'd give up this time travelling game; 
'Cause in these two seconds her love grew without doubt, 
 Something more than perfection, that's what romance was about. 
 
 She felt relief when she saw him walk in, 
 And her heart ached when he kicked and bruised his shin; 
 Spontaneous rollicking took her to heights up above, 
 Though married for years, she'd just fallen in love.
