On Iona's shores, where whispers dance, A sister's laughter finds her chance, Amid the waves and mountain lark, Her hen party leaves its mark. Fiancée Josh, with tender might, Dreams of peaks in bouldering's light, Together they climb, hands entwined, A bond like stone, steadfast, defined. On gentle winds their voices rise, 'Neath open seas and wide, wild skies, A journey begun, with love so grand, Two souls that wander, hand in hand.