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According to the Bhagavata Purana, Krishna singled out one shepherdess from the multitude, but her name was not reported. But in Jayadeva's Sanskrit poem "Gitagovinda" (12th century), Radha appears as Krishna's main and even only beloved.
Here is how Radha's feelings are described in the poem: "Even when he is away from me and smiling at those near him, my soul does not part with the memory of the languid melodies of his whistle sounding in the air, like the nectar of his sweetest lips, the gems sparkling in his ears, and his eyes fluttered with passionate glances, and his curls fluttered with peacock feathers, as if studded with tiny colored moons, and his clothes flashed with lustre, as if a dark blue cloud were lit by a bright adugah; my heart remembers how a gentle smile illuminates the coveted lips as they reach for the shepherds' daughters with a longing kiss: Shining and smooth as dew-covered leaves, Fresh and red - Like bandhujiva flowers . .."
Krishna says to Radha, "Let me look at you just once, beloved Radha, my passion has tormented me... O God of Love, do not confuse me with Mahadeva, do not wound me again, do not anger me, do not take up the shaft of an arrow equipped with the flower of amra. My heart is already pierced by the arrows of Radha's eyes, brown and swift as those of a deer; my eyes never tire of admiring her. Her eyes dart arrows, her eyebrows are curved like the shaft of a bow, the tips of her ears are like a string of silk. Equipped with these weapons of Anangi [Kama], the god of passion, she parades, the goddess herself, asserting her victory over the fallen world. I can think of nothing but her tender embrace, the delightful twinkling (of her teeth) in her lotus-like mouth, her honeyed voice, her lips as red as vimba berries.