Ode to French Fries

French is the language of love
Your foreign tongue delights mine
Faced with a mélange of sides
I choose you, in lieu of them all
Starch-crossed lovers, we’ve been together before
Each bite is déjà vu
I give you carte blanche to join any entrée
But I need only you, a la carte
We arrive at the final bite, the coup de grace
But you are forever my salty confidante