Answer:
Three lives have I. Gentle enough to soothe the skin. Light enough to caress the sky. Hard enough to crack rocks.
What goes through the door without pinching itself? What sits on the stove without burning itself? What sits on the table and is not ashamed?
He has married many women, but has never been married. Who is he?
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
A box without hinges, lock or key, yet golden treasure lies within.
The more of me you take, the more I appear behind you. What am I?