I have thirteen hearts, yet no stomach or lungs. What am I?

I sparkle bright in gold or blue, a precious gem, but not brand new. Found in rings and royal flair, What stone am I, with regal air?

Spin me around and watch me glide, On a peak where dreams reside. A small word, but it stands tall, Often the target of ambition's call.

I’m crucial for life but too much can cause it’s end. A common mineral found in homes and exists where the waves bend.

I'm best pals with salt, If you sneeze, it's probably my fault. I can also be green, yellow or red. Or so spicy your taste buds will be dead. What am I?