The words - nice.

Quite you, malli, quite you.

I can't take back the words

forget creating worlds (there is only one)

They are not for me

(I couldn't catch the jewels when they came,

flying glimmering at me)

yet I cannot stop thinking what would happen if...

they were mine.

They are though, in my dreams:

in an unreal world of fuzzy and foo

made by me, for us two,

where I'll always remember you.

And I wish you'd talk more

with your sense of humour

and sharp eyes of

die kleine maus.

reply soon,

guess-who

You punctuation, and capitalization were a bit distracting, the the poem itself was wonderful :)