If you say me out loud, I am a door. If you think of me, I bring imagery of a cute love. If you feel me, there may be butterflies in your tummy. If you remove my fourth letter, I become the animal that Bambi feels this for.

I walk on legs yet smaller than sand, I live through fire, the sea, and the land, In endless sleep, survival is planned. What am I?

Four divisions in a casket, There's a loaf in every basket.

I have an ear or two but I cannot hear a thing In a fraction of a year you'll be tearing off my strings Aw shucks, my life's so very short, but thus all the more sweet Kernel of truth in my demise, for what you sow, you reap

I move without legs, I whisper yet roar, I’m felt but not seen, I can knock down your door. What am I?